The Shiva is a boofster like no other, and I’d been waiting to get it on some stouts for a bit.  Finally rain came and so did the killer boofs that inhabit a special place called Big Creek. Upper Big Creek is like a wet dream to the Shiva, the yin to its yang, the jelly to its peanut butter, the icing to its cake. No better feeling than riding up smooth granite into a full release, from the water that is.
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