Road to Ironman

It's not that far to LA from Jackson Hole but there is no direct flight. That's a bummer. I spent roughly 14 hours traveling because of delays and cancelations. I was so tired and sore, but I realy didn't care. That's 14 hours of traveling, with 2.5 hours in the air. The rest of that is spent sitting around the airport reading, eating, drinking, listening to music, charging my laptop, and hoping that my luggage would arrive with me in LA. I'm glad to be home, but I miss the mountain already. I had plenty of time to think and have come to the conclusion that LA may not be the place for me. I'll expain more later.

I had an amazing time. It was great to see all my friends. My boarding ability made a quantum leap in both form and confidence. There's nothing steeper than Jackson Hole in North America. It's great and my new favorite mountain. I could go on and on and bore you with photos and trail maps. Ask.

Back to life. Back to reality. Time to do some laundry, clean up and get ready for work. It was a great week.

Labels: Jackson Hole, vacation