On Saturday evening, as the sun was going down, Rob and I drove through Richmond Park. We watched the deer frolicking through the trees, and the shards of light through the gaps in the branches. And we wandered from the car park to the cycle path that runs down a hill on the east side of the park. There, we found a gravel path full of turns (apparenlty called Beverley Brook) and we jumped on the mountainboard and off we went.
The hill has a sign at the top, advising cyclists to dismount. As we felt we were more at risk than the average cyclist, we decided to start halfway down. The path had just enough turns in it to be challenging and entertaining, yet accessible to the complete beginner, and to a man with a swollen ankle. We slowly worked our way up the hill, and I'm sure we'll be back there in a couple of weeks, to tear it up some more. Maybe even from the top.
Once again, my camera is not in the best state of repair, so I'll be leaving taking mountainboarding photos until after Braunwin and I head to Ottawa together in October - everything is so much cheaper there than here. But photos will come; I think this is a particularly photogenic sport.
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"deer frolicking through the trees"
I've seen many a deer in my time but they never seem to do much but nibble at the grass and stare at me. I'm wondering if you're taking artistic liberties.
Also, this stuff about mountainboarding sounds like a big porky pie. I bet you just tied a rope to Rob and told him to run down the hill.
Alec
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