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Malcolm guarding the trench of death. We rode up alongside this after going under the fence.
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Along the trail, waiting for everyone to get under the fence and by the trench.
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Jeff slid off into this chasm while passing Alex. Ed climbed down to attach the ropes & straps so we could pull the bike out. Remarkably, rider and bike were unhurt.
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Malcolm and one of the local riders who had helped them on the pre-run to lay out the route.
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The daily donning of the rain gear. It was the rainy season, so it rained every afternoon.
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The volcano lake. Local enduro rider legend says that it runs all the way to the ocean, one side is salt water and the other is fresh, and the water is too heavy to swim in. We didn't try it to test the legend.
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The wall of rain coming in. Fortunately, we rode a different direction.
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