With my new tires I was able to blast through Northern Arizona in record time, catching enough daylight for a gorgeous sunset ride near the rim of the Grand Canyon.

Then I met up with my friend Mike Thompson in Flagstaff. He’s the guy who caught me on my 160-foot fall and I hadn’t seen him in years. We ate burgers made from a goat he’d slaughtered that afternoon and stayed up late catching up.

I chose Flagstaff because of the Priest Draw bouldering area would be cool enough to allow me to get in some good mileage. When I woke up, it was raining. This was totally out of the blue. In fact, the local NPR news said it was suppose to be sunny. I went out to Priest anyway because it’s steep but it was still too wet for a quality session. Sandbagged!

Cut my losses and headed out to Albuquerque for a quiet evening alone to watch the Olympics and write.                                                            

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