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 →