I took Kathryn on her most adventurous (aka technical) Headlands dirt ride yet. Scary but, as always, she tackled it with a good attitude. There was a lot of poop on the trails... and possibly elsewhere. :) We were behind the rest of the dirt crew, taking Kathryn down Coastal/Julian for the first time. It can be tricky in parts, made trickier in the dark. We caught up to them at the top of Hostel just in time to be there when Winston cracked his front wheel hitting the first water bar on the descent. I had warned Kathryn about the stairs at the bottom and when we got there and I called them out. Immediately she was saying she couldn't stop - a little moment of panic. That got me a little freaked because I was wondering why she couldn't stop - we weren't going very fast. I thought I was going to have to catch her. :) She managed to stop, running into my back wheel. Crisis averted. Along with all the poop on the trails, I found more birds. Luckily, none of them tried to fly into my face! Weird morning temperature-wise too. Kept going inbetween pockets of warm to freezing cold.