7:30 in the morning. Load-em up.	If you think that's uncomfortable, you'll soon be dangling 500ft in the air.	Heli in the background, ten excited punters in the foreground.
Sign your lives away!	And I thought the chairlift was pretty cool...!	Artistic flair...
Bike loading zone.	Travelling in style.	Mike organised it. I think he's pretty pleased with himself.
Up, up and away... (Sorry, couldn't help myself)	You can almost hear the Top-Gun quotes...	'This is your captain speaking..' (Sorry - again)
Gas-turbine-powered taxi. 'Just here is fine, I'll ride the rest of the way thanks.'	Cam looking a little stunned.	Was I really just in M*A*S*H?
Um... Maybe not.	Bike delivery for you Sir?	And we're on our own.
Aaah, the serenity...	Blackcomb is to the right of shot.	Mike said his feet went numb from the cold after ten minutes of paddling.
Didn't stop George!	Pants. Yep, that's his real name.	The Wednesday ride crew.
Let's ride these things...	Finally!	Spud, tearing it up in the dust.
Stopped to tape up Mikes shoulder after he popped it out for the sixth time in as many weeks.	Did someone say dusty?	That's more like it.
Cam, a different kind of stunned.	Log-ride in 'River Runs Through It', which we did afterwards.	More wood...
Who thinks this stuff up?	And a swim in the lake to finish it all off.	Next time I'm ditching work and coming along!