Because I have no footage of me crashing a bike.

I went backpacking with a friend in September, and he sent me his photos recently. Here's a shot from the North Cascades, on the Lookout Mountain trail.


The next morning it was raining, and you couldn't see 50 yards beyond this spot. (That didn't stop us from taking more photos, though.)

This trip pretty much wrapped up the summer for me -- when we descended back into civilization, it felt like fall. And I felt pretty fortunate.

(Back later with video footage of a guy getting hit in the crotch with a kayak paddle or something. I know why you're here.)