Here's a shot of some other folks in the group. We were stalled because the group leader stacked it up on a short downhill stretch. Better him than me.
It got me thinking, though...it's a weird feeling knowing that there is a rut, rock, or slick root out there with your name on it. You don't know where, you don't know when, but *everybody* falls. And I haven't yet (gulp). It's only a matter of time...