Sitting at the bottom of a waterfall which we needed to ride up to get home before dark, Grabbo begins yelling at me through our Cardo Freecom 4X intercoms.
“I'm losing soldiers up here!” he says, frantically.
I can't see the carnage happening at the top of the waterfall as my view is obstructed by boulders and riders but I can hear the valve bouncing and smell the panic. The remaining riders still yet to tackle the waterfall track are deadly silent.
I asked Grabbo what was going on and he informed me that a bottleneck had started at the top of the waterfall and there were riders shooting off in all different directions in an effort to stay upright. I decided not to tell the remaining riders what was happening and how bad this next section was.
They turned to me for answers as the sound of metal on rock echoing through the valley filled them with questions and worry. Some looked like they wanted to turn back but that simply wasn't an option.
