Wasatch Dreams

It turns out that the Wasatch 100 mile race ends just down the road from my parents' mountain house. No, really, just down the road. From the front window you can look down the hill to the finish line.

If I ever run it, the kids could skip down to the finish and meet me with Dr Pepper and a vat of queso from Tarahumara (gotta love the local Mexican food place, named after the indigenous ultrarunning folks from Copper Canyon).