May 31st, 1980, I stood in my Nanny’s bedroom watching my mom slip on a delicate flowered floor length sun dress. I was dressed in my own “gown”, a light blue short sleeved dress that made me feel very grown up. I was even wearing my first pair of heels: little patent leather white sandals [...]
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Tim and I arrived back on the Mesa at 10 pm Sunday night. It was chilly and we were tired. There was no better greeting than to drive into camp and immediately be handed two hot steaming bowls of homemade clam chowder by Dan. Tim and I had thought we wouldn’t need to eat again [...] It was 6 pm by the time Tim and I had driven the 270 miles north up I15 to Salt Lake. We pulled into Jimmie and Keri’s driveway next to the Garage Mahal and were greeted by the birthday boy himself. Jimmie had completed 41 trips around the sun and was ready to celebrate.
We arrived to Gooseberry Mesa at 3 am on May 17th and were greeted by the entire Staebler family. Sam, the 3 year old youngest Staebler wasn’t feeling well that night. “A touch of food poisoning,” we said. “Must have been a little bad papaya,” we said. We held poor Sam while he groaned that [...] It was dark and cold at midnight. Fires dotted the camps. And down by the lake, 87 bikers prepared for a very long night. Is that a Clown?
This was the start of the annual Fruita 18 Hour Bike Race. At 12:00 am Saturday morning, riders sprinted to their bikes and [...] |
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