Blurry Eyed

Camp Lynda is this weekend.

Instead of chasing people around the St. George desert on mountain bikes, I will be home. Healing from cornea transplant surgery. I’m disappointed to miss camp. But I’m happy that I will no longer see the world like this:

I know some of you are thinking that no matter how good my vision becomes, that I’ll always see the world a little bit blurry. Maybe. But hopefully my ‘cross and mountain bike skills will improve with enhanced depth perception. As far as my perception of the world? You’re probably right. It will always be skewed. Blurry? No. Skewed, yes. But that’s a good thing. After all, if I agreed with you, then we’d both be wrong.

I am disappointed not to be going to St. George. I will miss the riding. But I can make up for that. Mostly I will miss the people. And the post-ride dinner-time conversations. Burritos and mountain bikers are one of the world’s most compelling and enjoyable combinations. So, if you are in St. George, riding with the usual suspects, know this: I wish I were there. But don’t let my plight ruin your good time.

In the meantime, I’ll continue trying to focus my eyes. And my worldview.