St. George

In March, we went to St. George to mountain bike, and Taggy decided to do a little biking of his own. After going over his Fisher Price handlebars, the damage totaled some nice road rash, a few tears, and a great shiner.

We finished one of our rides just as a nasty storm with high winds hit. Driving back to the house we ran into backed-up traffic. After puzzling over what was holding up so many cars, we had to laugh when we realized it was a several hundred meter long gauntlet of tumbleweeds the size of our truck. Cars were having to take turns negotiating this unusual series of roadblocks. Notice the wall of tumbleweeds on both sides of the road.