My riding at this point was sloppy and slow. I was focused simply on getting the job done. When we started I was riding ahead and waiting for Steve to catch up with me, now Steve was right on my tail and pushing (I think he expected me to fall off of the trail in some spectacular fashion so that he could capture it on video). My entire focus was on staying on the trail and pedaling, I didn't really ride The Flume so much as survive it. I did stop for a few photos, but only when I stopped for other reasons. Looking back at this shot and others of the Flume Trail I've seen I imagine I missed a lot, but for some reason I no longer felt the least bit touristy.