Hit the dirt, or maybe the dirt hit me? Either way I was fine, the board was fine, Mr Olympia, as my bike is now named, in loving memory of that young scallywag Wally McGintas, was a little worse for wear.
However being the trooper that he is, Mr Olympia fired straight back up and did not even mention his superficial injures. Turns out coming into a sandy corner to fast and hitting the brake is not the thing to do. Live and learn, live being the key word here.
After a few more near misses, I thought it time to call it a day, before my luck ran dry. No trees insight to hang the hammock, I once again hit the dirt. Sore dusty and tired, sleep came with ease.
Some pretty amazing sunsets over here.
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