he's well on his way to a successful recovery.

Jeff Greenwood was kind enough to strap on the helmet cam during his GS runs. As my video camera screamed down the slopes, I was left with the task of kicking back and soaking up the sun — my goggle tan is looking superb by the way. Lisa Kosglow managed to schralp her brand new $700 custom-made alpine deck on an exposed rock; this time of year, Mt. Hood is covered in these volcanic land mines. She was bummed; she drops the extra cash because the Italian-made deck rides that smooth. Oh, and look for her monthly column in the near future...she'll be revealing what really happens as the team travels most of Europe, with a few stops in North America and Japan.

As noon neared and the riders completed their runs, the snain rolled in and we headed for the warm confines of the USSA house in Government Camp where the brave ventured into Huckleberry's (the local diner) for a greasy spoon, and the drowsy grabbed a nap. I wasn't craving grits so I dozed off on the couch. When I awoke, Jan clued me in..3pm meant kitty litter dry land training.

"You should come with us...it's fun," he said with an evil grin.

Sensing his "hint-hint," I followed the team to the local sand volleyball lot where Jan had them running like mad, much like gym class...sprinting, jumping, dashing and crashing. I would have partaken, but they never started a game of steal the bacon. Recess continued when Pete Macomber pummeled my truck with a misguided football and a stray Frisbee almost removed a few of Erin O'Malley's teeth. When the bell rang, no permanent damage was done and the time was dinner.

On the other hand, while most of the team ran circles in the sand, Pogue and Klug headed into Hood River to kiteboard on the Columbia River. Kiteboarding seems to be the team craze...Greenwood had a wild look in his eyes when he said, "It's so much fun..." as he pointed to a picture of himself, 30 some feet above the water with a wakeboard strapped to his feet and kite like parachute dragging him through the air.

At that point, my questions ceased and I tucked the camera away. Before leaving, I handed out a few of our own Frisbees for the next day's ruckus, then I made my way home.

— Lucas Kane, tagging along for MountainZone.com