It was noon on Saturday at the Snake River State Park, and the sun was baking my shoulders as the mosquitos were biting my face. I wandered deeper into the woods down a single track dirt trail. I had my camera around my shoulders and the hood on my jacket over my head to help protect myself from the onslaught of hundreds of mosquitos. As I started to get comfortable with my location I started to hear the sounds of 2 and 4 stroke engines rumbling off in the distance. I quickly forgot about the mosquitos and got my camera ready. I would only have one chance.
