In September 2009 I raced the inaugural Park City Point to Point endurance race. 78 miles. 12,000 vertical gain. Unbelievable singletrack. I had a solid race. Good legs. A toothy grin. And a sharp mind. But a late mechanical, and some of my own boneheaded miscalculations left me restless for redemption. Or at the very […]
Last weekend’s sunshine and singletrack has me anxiously anticipating this: But the recent snowfall, and the convincing potency of a well born powdermony, have me desiderating more of this: Yeah. Life in the Wasatch is difficult. What’s that condescending, and yet awesome saying? Oh, right: my life is better than your vacation.