One of the funner things to do at the desert besides riding is watching people jump. You can see it quite a bit if you know where to look. In this case, it was right next to our camp, and the jumper was Zach, my son's teacher's older son.

I went on a couple of rides with him that weekend, he's good. Real good. There was no keeping up with him unless he wanted you to. He glides over the whoops like they're not even there, and isn't afraid of anything from what I've seen. I made the mistake of following him a couple of times on the quad. One time was up to the top of Shell Reef where quads just shouldn't go, but that's a story for another day.

Zach started jumping over the ridge next to our campsite, at first without a spotter. When I saw he was jumping, I parked my quad at the top of the ridge and spotted for him, and to get a better view of his jumps. (Spotters typically have the best view in the house.) He was getting some seriously sick air coming over that ridge. Something I don't think I have the nads to try any more. The jumping part would be easy, it's the landing I'm nervous about. I just don't heal like I used to.