I don’t usually find myself ahead of strong riders like Richie
Schley and Darren Berrecloth, particularly on long, drawn-out climbs. But sometimes when you’re waiting, you glimpse a fleeting, candid moment. This was one of those fortunate moments. Clouds rolled toward me, enveloping our sharp, exposed ridgeline in the Italian Dolomites right as two Canadian freeride legends burst through. Unplanned, and all the better for it.