Sometimes you get lucky. This past weekend was my annual excursion to Las Vegas for a couple of days of meetings. Scheduling hurdles meant those meetings needed to happen all day Saturday and Sunday. That’s a lot of working. And Vegas. At the end of the meeting on Sunday I caught a ride down to Phoenix and Monday morning I woke up bright and early to join a series of conference calls for work. By the time I hung up the  phone I had already logged over 21 hours for the week. Time for some fun.

A bike to borrow, some sunshine, 14 miles on South Mountain, Carne Asada burritos. Good business.

The next day involved an excursion to Sedona. Red rocks, hero dirt, more sunshine, 70 degrees, and the new trails on the west side. We rode Chuck Wagon, Gunslinger, and finished up with Mescal. A couple of spins around a vortex. Three hours of riding and this out-of-season girl was pooped. Beautiful day.

Back at it. Thankful for a weekend of good meetings and a little treat at the end. Hoping those few hours of sunshine and trails are enough to keep me going back in cold, dark winterland.