Last night’s stay was actually in the Boulder Mountain Lodge. Apparently I couldn’t be bothered to walk the 30 feet to get the piece of paper containing all of our trip information and just figured it was the same name as the attached restaurant. My bad… The point being that I could have sat in the hot tub drinking diet coke and watching the ducks play in the water for the rest of the week and been perfectly happy because the hotel and food were amazing, but apparently the point of this trip is to log an obscene amount of mileage on a road bike through some of the most unique scenery in the US…






Our ride today took us away from the Boulder Mountain Lodge and on towards Bryce Canyon National Park along a route called the Hog’s Back which runs through Grand Staircase Escalante National Park. I felt more comfortable up on top of the narrow ridge with my little tiny bicycle instead of the giant lumbering Sprinter van. We stopped a few times for pictures. 😉













I feel I should also point out that today was my new personal best of 60 miles. Before the trip, the furthest I’d ever ridden was 45 miles and it was truly an awful experience. Although I think I laid in the van for about 45 minutes before a mysterious angel (I think it was Jason…) handed me a powerade. I think I was pretty dehydrated, but after that bottle of lemon-limey goodness I could sit up and have conversations with people. Electrolytes are magical things. A few minutes later we all arrived at the Bryce Canyon Lodge and dispersed to our respective cute-as-shit little log cabins to recover from the day’s ride and get some well-deserved dinner!