I heart SL,UT

Last weekend was my first trip to SL,UT!  More Park City than Salt Lake, but I couldn't resist the funny on the SL,UT.
I giggle.

I did some hiking. *

I hit 12,000 ft for the first time. *

Drank some good beer on top of Bald Mountain. *

Made my first cairn. *

Did my first shot ski

Hiked on some mountain bike trails - my bike stuff stayed at home.  Wes was not happy about this.

Drank PBR and I had my first PBRosa. OJ + PBR = amazeballs

Smiling at 10,000 ft even though my sea level lungs were being a little bitchy



Montage bowling.  @clubgetsome



Did some horseback riding.

Sat on the ledge of a cliff even though I'm afraid of heights

Walked on water.  I am that awesome.

I also danced one night at a club.  Saw a cool ski movie. Met some really interesting people.  Went to some art galleries.  And saw many things beautiful during the few days I was there.




I got to color in Utah on my USofA travel map when I got home.  For the record I was not happy to be home until I saw my dog. 

Was behind this on my way to work Monday morning after my trip.  I took it as a sign.

A great time was had and it was nice to just chill for once.  I can't remember the last time my alarm clock didn't go off before 5am EVERY single day of the week.  Waking up to no alarm on my trip was alone worth the price of the flight.

My mind was reeling on the flight home.  I couldn't even concentrate enough to read.  I just stared out the plane window into the darkness, listened to music, and tried to process my way through every thing that was going on in my head.

This convo happened at O'Hare and illustrates my in flight mind racing:

See, this is my "East" Coast Jump shot.  It's pathetic and I was so scared. *

This is my friends "West" Coast Jump shot, which he did 3 times. *



I've been thinking about moving for a long time now. I thought Missoula would be where I landed.    Now I'm not so sure.    I'm talking to Dirty about arranging a trip to Arizona over holiday break.  I'm hoping the  founders of Roam Life come with me. 

I won't be able to move West for over a year.  My transition time affords me the opportunity to travel, find where I want to settle and get connections there. Plus I'll get to color in more of my USofA travel map in the process.  Even then I can only stay for a couple years before I have to come back to PA.

You have to change to succeed.
Complacency breeds failure.

Until I can move I'm doing some things I've been wanting to do for a while that I never made time for because I thought riding my bike was more important:
I'm learning how to ride a moto-bike
I'm getting my motorcycle license
I'm learning to ski
I'm buying a hand gun

I'm still doing TSE in May.   After that my bike is going to take me all over the country to race.  I'm done with sticking to the East Coast race scene.  There's too much else to see and experience.   I feel like I'm missing out on life now by just racing my bike every weekend.  It was one helluva time while it lasted.   I'm a jack of all trades, master of none. It's getting to be that time to move on.

Maybe out West I'll find someone to live this Pata-gucci commerical with. (I love Patagonia). East coast guys just don't seem to be into what I want to do.

Just replace the fly fishing with mountain biking and we're all set. Poor fish.

My east coast jump shot was pitiful...although the pic almost gave my momma a heart attack when I showed her.    I'm changing my life.   I'm now on a mission to perfect my WEST COAST JUMP SHOT.

"Rollin the Midwest side and out livin' my life gettin out on dreams.
People told me slow my roll, I'm screamin out fuck that.
I'm gonna do just what I want and there ain't no turnin' back.
If I fall, if I die, know I lived it to the fullest.
If I fall, if I die, know I lived and missed some bullets.

I'm on the pursuit of happiness and I know
Everything that shines ain't always gonna be gold.
Hey, I'll be fine once I get it, I'll be good."
-Lissie, Pursuit of Happiness

* Photo credits to Weston Shirey