The weekend went very well. There is a lot of hard work that goes in to putting on an event of this size and high level of quality.
The only down side of all the hard work was that I missed the rest of my runs. I was doing a lot of manual labor, so it wasn't as if I let sloth take over, I just ran out of time.
After the race, we packed up, and we were all pretty whipped.
The other two guys had planned to do some downhill bicycle runs, and I was going to play the front 9 before we hit the road, but there were pretty ferocious thunderstorms that night, that extended into the morning. We decided to hit the road instead.
I tried to get a few more interesting pictures from the road this time around. By far the strangest site I have seen (maybe in all my travels) are the salt flats in western Utah. If you've ever seen the car commercials, with the cars sliding around on white "sand," and nothing else around, this is that place.
It is so strange to see such a vast expanse of land that is completely devoid of vegetation, except for that which springs up along the edges of the road, or near the levies that have been built in the flats. These pictures don't do this oddity justice.
As we traveled a little further, I wondered if the locals had a little too strong of an affinity for Star Wars:
As the day wore on, we decided to just go ahead and push on all the way back to Leadville that night. It just didn't make sense to stop at some town that was only 4 hours from our final destination.
After we got home the whole next day was spent recovering. Then on Wednesday it was time for the self inflicted pain of trying to catch up on missed runs (check the next post).
UPDATE:
A few days before we left to start our journey out to Tahoe, there was a sunset in Leadville that warrants a special spot in this post.
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| The view from my front door. Not bad right? |
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| From the corner. |
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| Down by the high school at the end of 6th Street. |
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| Clouds |
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