Opening Photo: Sterling Lorence

Hylton Turvey is a devoted, passionate trailbuilder from Howick, South Africa. He is responsible for the magical network of trails in the Karkloof, a nature preserve teeming with exotic wildlife and a massive 322-foot waterfall. Turvey's spent more than 10 years sculpting the otherworldly network that weaves through mountains in a way that only a true trail visionary could conjure. Matt Hunter, always insatiable for singletrack, heard tales of the trails and sought out Karkloof for the "Trail Hunter" video series. He wasn't let down.

This image is particularly meaningful because it captures the dark power of an unknown landscape with Hunter's intuitive familiarity of bike and trail. Regardless of how exotic or foreign, Hunter's commanding ease over both is unmistakable.

Photo: Ale di Lullo

Shooting Fest is rewarding and tedious at the same time. You wait, wait and wait for the right conditions. Then you wait some more. And they rarely surface. But when it all comes together, things go off. It's another level of action that's awe-inspiring to witness.

This year's Dark Fest was unreal for riding but hard for light—it was dark, an apt name. We were in the shade during the golden hour, not what you want as a photographer.

But when conditions are challenging, you have to get creative and by standing in the shadows, I managed to silhouette Ethan Nell over Franschhoek's mountains, mixing dark shapes with the warmth of the range and highlighting Ethan's unmatched style.

Photos: Ian Collins

Before their unfortunate demise, the Post Office jumps were the main reason the quaint, coastal Californian town of Aptos became synonymous with world-class talent. Although the dirt-jump scene is no longer thriving, a nostalgic magnetism to the area lingers for many riders. The jumps aren't on display in the middle of town anymore, but the scene hasn't quite gone extinct. Instead, it's found lurking in backyard spots like Freedom 40 (pictured), where the worlds of BMX and mountain bike collide in an off-season retreat for those in the know.

Photo: Eric Mickelson

I love this corner. Beyond that, I love this trail. It's steep and tech but still holds onto amazing flow—it runs from start to finish through lush, mysterious forest, a dream come true. The corner hits you as a fast swoop, hugging a massive fern-covered log; it never disappoints.  Hannah Bergemann and I tried different angles but were missing the overwhelming sense of speeding through Bellingham's dark woods. We were at the move-on point when I noticed a fallen tree suspended 15 feet in the air behind me. I carefully shimmied onto a precarious perch while Hannah pushed back up for another go. And then we had our shot—all the elements of my favorite corner captured in one moment.

Photo: Satchel Cronk

My body was trembling with excitement as we pulled up. I'd dreamed about this for years. Utah, in all its glory, towered above me. I was staring at a blank canvas: colors, ridges, lines, features, erosion—landscape gluttonously shaped for shredding.

Leah Lind-White was down with the flu and spent much of our time there piled beneath blankets in the car, but couldn't resist a few morning laps with our pup in between snow flurries and powerful wind gusts. As usual, Tulah stole the show.