Hokay so, this was a hard day. Three climbs, oh dear. The first climb wasn't so super bad, the grade wasn't terrible and we were in lush greeness, oh how I love lush greeness. (hooray, no more sage brush!)The second climb - on the interstate = no shade, had black stinky pavement, and lotsa big trucks. But for some, these big trucks werent such a bad thing. As I was killing myself climbing us these stinkin hill, up in the distance I saw a semi truck slow down next to a rider in a red jersey. This rider grabbed onto the end of the semi and was slowly pulled up this hill for about 2 miles - what a turkey! When the climb was over I looked around to see who was wearing a red jersey, it was none other than our sea to sea chaplen, Len. Oh man, that was funny.We didnt actually stay in Salt Lake city but in a place called Jordinalle. This place was beautiful, we were right by a lake. We made the last climb (again sage brush everywhere) and at the top of the hill we overlooked the like and the greenery that surrounded it - I felt like Moses coming out of the desert! It was soooooooo awesome!
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