Diary of Scott Morris

Going to Moab has always been something of a pilgrimage for me. I grew up in Salt Lake City, where Moab is only four hours away. The first time I rode the slickrock trail, as a teenager, I was hooked. All I could think about was my next Moab trip, and how I could con …. [Continue reading]

I wrote last time that “a lot of things have to go right” for an AZT thru-ride, let alone a record race.

If ‘things’ are going right, it should look kinda like this:

Less like this:

Sitting nauseous and bonking, under a tree at the top of the Bellota section of …. [Continue reading]