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30 Years

May 31st, 1980, I stood in my Nanny’s bedroom watching my mom slip on a delicate flowered floor length sun

Sweet Arizona Sunshine

Tim and I arrived back on the Mesa at 10 pm Sunday night.  It was chilly and we were tired. 

Feasts

It was 6 pm by the time Tim and I had driven the 270 miles north up I15 to Salt

Senor Diaz es el Diablo

We arrived to Gooseberry Mesa at 3 am on May 17th and were greeted by the entire Staebler family.  Sam,

Escape to Utah

After 3 days of biking and working at the Book Cliffs, Tim, Lisa and I packed up for a day

Fruita Rocks

It was dark and cold at midnight. Fires dotted the camps. And down by the lake, 87 bikers prepared for

18 Hours of Fruita

Two hours until our midnight start and then 18 hours worth of laps. A pre-ride of the course yielded this

Fruita Fat Tire

After a week in the mountain biking mecca of Fruita, CO, Tim and I are feeling like we’re home.  We

Sunshine and Sand

There’s nothing quite like waking up in the middle of the glowing red desert at sunrise. Saturday was a perfect