I just realized how much I miss St. George thanks to the pics on the Gurrman’s site. It seems that out of the three bloggers, I am the most up-to-date of all, which doesn’t say much.

I just about died last night on one of the most benign trails in the world. We went up Green Canyon for a quick jaunt after work. There is one short section of single track that is on the side of a wash for a bit. This puts the trail about 10 feet above the ground on the right side, the left side is a steep embankment. I found the only possible place to do something stupid and did it. There is a boulder on the left side of the trail that stands about 6 feet in height. I could see that someone had either walked up onto the boulder or ridden and I thought that would be a great way to actually test my handling skills (which hasn’t been happening a lot lately). I rolled into a couple of times only to lose traction about half way up. The third attempt, I came in hotter and made it just below the top. At the most inoportune moment my foot comes out of my pedal and all forward motion comes to a stop. The foot that came out was up hill. I started to fall down hill with my other foot still in place. As I looked to my right to see where I could bale all I could see was about 15 feet of abyss seeing that I was on top of the boulder and the boulder was on top of the trail which in turn hung on top of the aforementioned wash. I’m not sure how, but Anson was able to move quickly enough to catch me on the way down and bounce me into the trail instead of soaring into the rocky wash below. Thanks to Anson all I suffered was a laceration on my right leg that still stings like a bitch, but…

Peace.