The Hills are Alive

Things are going just swell lately, which is a twist from the beginning of the college years. Most of my apprehensions about returning to college and foregoing a mission have proven weak and more and more everyday I embrace this decision as the right one. After all, I still like myself and where I stand in the cosmological, metaphysical, and yes, theological sense of things.

It's early afternoon and I have just returned from one of the best rides on my bicycle I've had all year, second only to my first lap across the monument in Grand Junction.



This is what the monument looks like. Biking along the edge of that is a thrill to say the least (my dad can attest to that, go Re-Bike!)

But today...ah... Well, I huffed and puffed my way up to this lookout over the Wasatch Front that is... literally breathtaking. Sometime I'll need to find my digital camera to share with you folks just how... wonderful... it is up there. I'd like to take someone up there, but there's no real parking, so the only logistical way is via the veloped. Besides, there aren't too many around here who even brought theirs, let alone could keep up with me! Ha! That's right. I went there.

Today's grade: A for alberquerque.