New Year’s In The Desert || Part II: Zion and More Riding

After two jam-packed days in St. George, we spent the third day exploring Zion National Park

Day 3: Zion Narrows + Angels Landing

The next day we entered the park at sunrise to avoid the delays. I brought along my fishing waders, so we wouldn’t have to rent dry suits. However, I didn’t really think about the footwear aspect of this. Becca ended up wearing my trail running shoes, while I struggled to get my Chacos on my feet. After an hour in the parking lot eating breakfast and getting ready, we were off. Continue reading New Year’s In The Desert || Part II: Zion and More Riding

New Year’s in the Desert || Part I: Biking in Utah

With no snow in the immediate forecast, Becca and I scratched our usual New Years ski trip plans and exchanged them for a trip to the desert. Sixty-five degrees and sunny sounded a lot better than the snowless December and early January we’ve had. After spending some time in Illinois with family, we booked it back across the plains for a quick stop home to pick up our gear before heading to Hurricane, Utah. Continue reading New Year’s in the Desert || Part I: Biking in Utah

Yoho, Yoho, To The Next Hut We Go

After a day of flying with Selkirk Tangiers, Becca and I drove to Lake Louise to meet back up with Zac and Grete to do some more exploring in the Canadian Rockies. While we were in Whitefish, we had schemed up some plans do the Yoho Traverse.

The Yoho Traverse is a variation of the more popular Wapta Traverse. Our plan was to start at Peyto Lake and spend the first night at the Peyto Hut. Next, we’d make out way to the brand new Louise and Richard Guy Hut, then finally off to the historic Stanley Mitchell Hut for the final two nights before exiting at Field. Continue reading Yoho, Yoho, To The Next Hut We Go

100 Miles of Heaven and Hell (Part 2)

One more person to go and 3 minutes to the start….. I think I might be able to make it out of the bathroom line and have enough time to snap a quick photo with my adorable husband before the gun goes off.  A quick kiss and a photo later and I was off on the adventure of a lifetime!  The first 35 miles went by in the blink of an eye.  The race started with a 5,000 foot climb and then leveled off with rolling terrain on a ridgeline.  Did I mention that Wasatch Front has a total elevation gain of 27,000 feet?  That’s almost the equivalent of hiking Mount Everest from sea level! Continue reading 100 Miles of Heaven and Hell (Part 2)

100 Miles of Heaven and Hell (Part 1)

One-hundred miles.  As my friend Byron liked to repeatedly point out, that’s like running from Boulder to Colorado Springs.  I’m not sure what inspired me to give running 100 miles a go, but when Anthony decided to go back to school, I decided it was perfect time to go for it!  It is still mind blowing to me, that so many people want to run 100 miles that most of these races have a lottery.  So in December, I threw my name in the hat for the Wasatch Front and crossed my fingers.  Nine months and 1,873 miles later, I found myself waiting in line for the bathroom about to miss the start of the hardest race of my life.  Continue reading 100 Miles of Heaven and Hell (Part 1)

Climb Mountains. Go Fishing. Ride Bikes. Drink Beer. Repeat Often.