Desert Mesa, on a 29er

Took a trip this weekend out to southern Utah for a ride on the Gooseberry Mesa. Well worth it.

First of all, JetBlue serves bottomless snacks and drinks on the way over. I haven't treated myself like that in a long time.

Secondly, although I haven't trained at all at higher altitude, the ride went pretty well. I tore myself up in all the usual places and battered the bike pretty badly (a loaner from a friend--I still feel bad); but jersey's can be replaced and skin regrows (though sitting here typing I'm wondering if the grapefruit sized bruise on my thigh from body rafting ever will).

I also took a hike up Angel's Landing in Zion's National Park. I've only seen pictures of this stuff before, and it's waaay better in real life. The hike has quite the altitude gain, and my sea-level lungs were definitely struggling, but the view and the sunset were phenomenal. Shame that I have to fly back just three days later to start school again. 

Engineering school is overrated.