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Wasatch 100 (subtitle: runners are strong, cyclists weak)

This is one of those ones I’ve been talking about for years.

The Wasatch 100 is a running race held every fall. It’s been going on for decades and is regarded as one of the hardest 100’s. 100% of the route is open to bikes. Some sections are frequently ridden. Others… not so much. I’m …. [Continue reading]

Fleeing to Dixie

I was really getting along with summer in Tucson. The high country was open. Morning rides were beautiful. All was well. Then the allergies kicked in, and things went downhill quickly. I operated in dribble mode, with a fuzzy head, for too long before finally bailing for clear mountain air.

I camped solo …. [Continue reading]