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Friday, July 29, 2011

Time To Post

Where do I start?  It's been a long time since my last post.  It could be a new record.

I made it to Florida.  It's still my home, my heart and soul still reside there.  There are so many things in Florida that have deep meaning:  Like the tenacity of Smilax vine, a summer thunder storm, 97 degree days with 85% humidity and no air conditioning, seeing my sisters and family, pedaling with the guys in Gainesville and Chad. P., seeing 42 swallow-tailed kites in less than three weeks, swimming in Juniper Run and the Atlantic, and seeing the result of a fire that ran through a mature live oak hammock on the edge of Lowry Lake in Camp Blanding.  All good stuff, especially the swallow-tailed kites.  Their numbers have increased tremendously in the past 30 years.  I saw my first swallow-tailed kite in 1978, the most beautiful and strange bird I'd ever seen.  It was flying low over Black Creek.  My father knew what it was, but said he had not seen one in many years.  In the 80s and 90s, you would be lucky to see one or two a year.  Now, they are quite common, and I feel lucky that I got to see so many.

I made it back to Utah eight days ago.  I was so happy to see Patty.  Utah, not so much.  However, the mountains were beautiful and it was nice to be back in town where everything is a short bike ride away.

Last Friday I went to play basketball.  I was killing it, until my back went out.  I could not really move for two days.  Dr. Catfish gave me Prednisone, a steroid, so that I could wipe my bottom again.  I'm still in bad shape.  MRI next week?  I think it is time.

This week, I'm in Montana, working hard, swinging a sling blade and lifting heavy objects to improve my back.  Today we floated the Bitterroot.  Yeah.

Bicycles?  Yes, it's time to start thinking about cross season.  For now, I'm still just riding for fun.  I'll get serious after the back surgery.  Idaho to Arizona?  September, perhaps?  Next week, Peter N., my long lost brother, is visiting Logan.  We are going to do some serious epic riding.  I hope he's ready to climb, because we are going up, up, up.


  1. Epic race.

  2. I miss you sooo bad. The visit was great! I love your girls!Ya'll hurry back!


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