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Sedona Ride

Today I got lucky!

We decided to spend Martin Luther King Day in Sedona. Partly because, if people up here find out that you have never been to Sedona, they give you a weird look and think you are crazy. Partly because the forecast was for 70 degrees down there and clear blue skies.

So we jumped in the car, left the crusty old snow behind us, headed south for less than an hour, and found ourselves in paradise. Sedona is like a mixture of Moab and St. George. Two of my favorite places. So close!

(So far I have not regretted not moving to Moscow, Idaho for graduate school.)

After a fun family hike, Karl gave me permission to hop on my bike and explore a little. First outside ride of the year! And all I needed was shorts, undershirt, and jersey. I was stoked!

I headed up Dry Creek Canyon Road and explored every paved turn-off until it either ended in a private community or turned to dirt. I had a blast! It was the perfect temperature and absolutely gorgeous. I was barely able to concentrate on my 2-mile repeats with all the beauty opening up around me.

90 minutes went by way too fast. But, since I had been enjoying every second of my ride, I was content and happy to meet back up with my little family. If you want to know more about our family hike or what they were up to while I rode, go here.

PS:
Dear Jen, Mandy, and Courtney
I missed you today. I was thinking of you. You would have loved this ride! Come visit, will ya?


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