Easy approach... soft intro, little buuurp... clutch blip... am up over the rock (YASSSS!)... front wheel down, (tiny little voice in the back of my head) braaaaaaaaap onto the steep part (a little too zealously out of fear for that scary section), weight not quite over the back enough, lose traction and balance... WAAAAH... CRASH!!
The bike and I are an entwined, mangled mess, wedged between rocks in the muddy stream bed. From the top of the big boulder, genuine coach concern: “Are you ok?”
“Groan... uh-huh... yep”. Then a wave of bubbly, relieved laughter from Megs. Even I have to chuckle when I realize how that must have looked. ‘Rather entertaining, I’m sure.