Top of the World
Elevation: 2,080m
Story and photos by Dylan Sherrard.
The group chat is pinging.
Stray memes are distributed and risqué novels reviewed, before the rally cry comes.
“Mommy needs laps.”
The like button is smashed and, just like that, a Thursday night shred is on everyone’s agenda. It’s certainly not an extravagant plan - more of a promise to commit an evening of quality trail time for a few woman who understand if they don’t make the time, then time itself will quietly sneak away.
So they don’t show up quietly either. A round of ‘What’s your favorite color?’ and ‘Fun facts about me…’ roulette, preload to a resounding “Let’s Shred!” And it’s on.
The evening becomes a blurry train of ladies carving between the trees, with cheers and kind words shouted one by one, always a little louder than the last. Every corner carves a moment and every trail makes a new memory.
Side hits are not safe. It’s pressure free and progression rich. Zero ego and absolutely flowing in that special flavor of freedom that’s only felt when we’re with our people. Footloose and full of life.
And Sun Peaks truly serves it well…
Hero dirt ripe for ripping, and progressively more rowdy lines when the timing is right. These lap stacking soul shredders push each other, gently, because all lines can be slayed in due time.
The trails never ask them to be anyone else and the dirt doesn’t dare remind them about their day jobs. This night is for taking back time… and shredding.
Till the laps fade into laughter under the late evening light of the village.
Breathless, buzzing, and rich with banter about the summer days to come.
There are races in the calendar that nobody feels prepared for, and a couple too many commitments to see a clear path to quiet.
But everyone’s scheming to show up for each other, to lift themselves to the next lap and the next best version of themselves.
Whatever it takes, for the Slaydies to take back another Thursday night.
Cheers to that.
A Ballad of Belonging. Short stories of the moments that define our ride.
