Driven

Hold on now, that's 32 miles riding a bike from West Farmington North to God knows where on the old RR line bike path. At mile ten I rode past a large industrial building with a sign in front that read KELLOG'S, and a very pleasant food odor, like that of seasoned pizza rolls, filled my nose. Immediately following I was hit with a foul odor that can only be described as dumpster breath.

Someone once said that injured runners make good bikers. My right foot still hurts from last week. The foot hurt enough to shut down the Gannett Peak run Scott & I had been planning since last year. 

Bonneville Shoreline, Kaysville to Layton out and back. I'm not cool enough to call it the BoSho.

Wasatch Crest with Craig & Scott.

King's Peak with Scott and Josh. About 20 miles was running, the other 6 or so was hiking. Started about a quarter to 11 PM Friday night and finished 10 hours later. We were in full blazing moonlight the entire night, which was very comforting. I never felt alone or lost out there. I got a headache while climbing the mountain, and I was alone at the top so I didn't relish much in the summit. Scott slowed down considerably past Anderson and then puked at the summit. Josh stayed with him until we all reunited down on the high plateau. At sunrise Scott took a nap just before we descended back to Gunsight Pass, and he was able to muster the strength to run out and finish relatively strong.

I've had a desire to do King's in a day during the summer so now that is done. Our intent was to do a double King's but to do that we would need to plan differently.

I am giving serious thought to going back in the next few weeks  to either attempt the double or to do a speed run of King's.