



After falling off the dirty t-bar that takes you to the summit of Lake Louise I was following the tree line back to the base of the lift where I planned to sulk, curse my inability to stay on the frigging thing then conquer the bastard. Instead I found this cheeky little spot where a decent decline led to a 8-foot kicker with a fresh, flat landing. Later that afternoon when the sun was starting to set across Temple Mountain and the Chateau across the valley I took Trev and Raph back there and stole Raphs falling apart budget digital and forgot about my less than stellar day riding whilst watching them hurl themselves off it. With that, a bad day turned to a good day in a matter of minutes.
It really is all about the simple things.
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