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Before anyone gets all crazy on thinking that this was anything amazing – it wasn’t. It was just me enjoying the sunlight.
This morning started a bit crazy and my sister decided that I needed to get out of the house more quickly rather than later and she sent Donald to come get me. He wanted to take me off-road riding up in the foothills. It was tough on me. I haven’t been that winded and my legs feel like jelly tonight. Lots of narrow paths with rocks, sticks, cactus, and other people to contend with. I think that I would like to try that again soon.


I’m just guessing on the off-road portion of about 6.26 miles. GoogleMaps isn’t exactly perfect and I’m not 100% of where all we went. It seemed much longer than that but regardless – I had a blast. Donald does this trip at night with just a single head light to light their way. I don’t know if I’m up for that yet.
Lots of people out enjoying the weather – that was cool too.
After our ride – and not because it wasn’t challenging enough – I just wanted to stay outside (maybe not wanting to go home had a little to do with it as well).
I opted to ride back home. This portion of the the trip was about 21.8 miles. It’s mostly flat or downhill so it’s not that it was that much of exercising – just getting my Vitamin D!
It was a nice ride. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again – bike riding is my therapy. It keeps me sane…

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The continuing saga… [the first part is HERE]
The mortuary was there within a hour. The poor guy that called had asked for my dad over the phone. I asked who it was and he literally realized his mistake and was horrified. They came into the house and we were not ready for them to take him. They asked if we had any questions and I laughed and said that we probably knew the process better than they did! They wore dark suits and I said that they looked like the bankers from Bank of America that came back in 1999 to call our note. They were big in poor fitting dark suits. They were not quite sure how to take our family I think. I told them that they should have a change of clothes in the van to fit the family. Either dark suits for the more serious ones or bright, hawaiian shirts for people like us. That was the time that they actually loosened up a bit. I can’t recall where I went that morning but I was not there when they removed his body. I think I am glad about that.The rest of Tuesday was a blur. I can’t really tell you what happened that day. I remember calling people, especially people that were planning on visiting him later that day or on Wednesday. Some of the calls were to his doctors. His oncologist was to come by and he had had an appointment on Wednesday. The doctor’s staff assistant was not available and I had to leave the message with the person answering the phones. She seemed a little uncaring for me and I let her know that he had had an appointment on Wednesday that they could open up and she said ‘That had already been cancelled’. Bitch. Between my outright despise for the hospice system and now this oncologists office I was livid. The next call was the Santa Fe oncologist which put me back into a happy place. The doctor was with a patient and the lady who answered the phone was as touched by Dad as everyone else was. The next few dozen phone calls went much easier. The hard ones were the people who had just seen him the days before.
I just remembered some more things about the weekend. He was okay with his death and wanted to be involved with the planning. On Monday I helped him pick some music for the service. He picked Frank Sinatra’s ‘My Way’. I remembered the parts about Doing It Myyyyyyyyy Waaaaaaaay but I had not listened to the words. OMG. How fitting (feel free to play while reading):

I’ve lived a life that’s full
I traveled each and every highway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way

Regrets I’ve had a few
But then again too few to mention
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption

I planned each charted course
Each careful step along the byway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way

Yes there were times I’m sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew
But through it all when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out, I faced it all
And I stood tall and did it my way

I’ve loved, I’ve laughed and cried
I’ve had my fill, my share of losing
And now as tears subside
I find it all so amusing

To think I did all that
And may I say not in a shy way
Oh no, oh no, not me
I did it my way

For what is a man what has he got
If not himself then he has not
To say the things he truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels
The record shows I took the blows
And did it my way

Yes it was my way

He also picked a gospel song – ‘I’ll Fly Away’. We were talking about how much he liked acapella songs and I found a perfect one for him.

There was talk about our making a casket for dad at the factory. We called one of the owners to inquire about it – I had figured that there would be laws or regulations against that. Then I remembered that we live in New Mexico and that there are no rules. Dad was excited about it and I had asked him on Sunday to help design it. We made lots of jokes about putting in a speakeasy door or some glass. Things progressed too quickly for us to do anything. Mom picked out a really cool, simple pine casket. It looked great.
We picked a bunch of photos to show and with my Mom’s shutterbug syndrome – there was not a shortage to look through. By this point we all had become kind of not into talking to people about all the plans. I had decided that email was the best manner to get information out and then hope for the phone tree method of information dispersal. She was still making plans with the funeral home so I had to wait until Wednesday to get all the details. I went back to work on Wednesday, although I really didn’t know what day it was ANY day this past week. My brother had flown in from New Hampshire as well in the middle of this. We got back to my house late on Wednesday and about midnight I remembered that I had not made the flyer yet announcing his passing and what the plans were. I mailed all those out around 2 am on Thursday – the same day as the viewing. Better late than never.

Ends up we didn’t get the word out as well as we had hoped and there were quite a few holes. The obituary came out on Thursday morning too so a lot of people saw that. It’s kind of strange that people look in the obituaries. My grandfather used to say that he looked in the obituaries to make sure that his name wasn’t there! Funny man.
The viewing was later that night and as weird as it sounds, he looked great! The last few funerals we have been to the makeup artists didn’t quite capture the person. I don’t envy that job – you have to make a 3D version of someone based upon a 2D photo that someone gives you. In hindsight I had thought about our inviting the makeup person to the house to see dad before he died so that they would have a better idea. Didn’t need it. They nailed it! (no pun intended)
The viewing went well and our last brother and his family made it down too. The only strange thing – and I had never given it much thought – was how little interaction we had between my mom’s side and my dad’s side of the families. My cousin pointed it out to me and I tried to visually give her a map to understand the relations and only then realized how we never really had done that before. This was not the time to try.
Although I have had some teary times this past week, after the viewing I set in my car and cried. The only was… I sounded like a Wookie! It made me laugh that that sound came from me and kind of ended the crying. I’m a lost cause.
The next morning was the service at Mom & Dad’s church. I had come early as I had spent a few hours putting together a slide show of all the pictures and needed to make sure that it would play on the church’s system. It did. I happened to be early enough to help get the casket into the church and helped rearrange the seating. As I can’t just set there when things have to be done I also helped arrange the microphones, set up the picture table and move all the flowers in. I’m sure I busied myself doing other things to. The man from the mortuary is someone that we have come to know quite well through all of our funerals the past few years. He’s a great guy and was very grateful for my help, but also said I needed to go help with my family.
The service was incredible. Dad had been able to choose who would be officiating and has spent a lot of time with my Dad on the Misison Trips to El Salvador and had visited at least once a day while dad was home. He did a great job. Bud is about 6 foot 7 inches and is quite a personality. The service started with the song ‘My Way’ – it pretty much made everyone cry. The service talked about what all he had done in his life and as it was said – 90 minutes was not adequate to talk about everything that he had done. Bud choked up a couple times but did very well. He even did a humorous – Top Ten Thing I Learned About Traveling With Dale Fox. It was great. Afterwards we formed a receiving line and were able to greet a lot of the people who stayed. There were family friends, church friends, old neighbors, current neighbors, work associates from twenty years ago and associates from the past two years, old employees, and current employees. It was wonderful. The funeral home guy even choked up – something that we all commented on as yet another first.
The procession left the church and went for a private burial at the cemetery. The weather was beautiful – high 60’s and clear. After the service my Mom had purposely said that she was uncomfortable with seeing the casket lowered. I stayed because I needed to make sure that my dad was in there before the buried him. For reasons that I had not thought of, they frown upon opening the casket on the cemetery grounds so that people do not think that they are ‘robbing’ from them. Made sense to me. I had not given that any thought. They did ask if anyone wanted to have something placed into the casket and Railee volunteered her necklace. The lady from the cemetery allowed me to place it in the casket and I was able to make sure. My mom’s Mom and Dad are buried at this same cemetery so they all went to take some flowers to their grave. I stayed with the cemetery lady and the funeral home guy and helped lower dad into the grave. I stayed with Dad and was amazed that they started working on burying him very quickly. They put a formed concrete ‘vault’ on top of the casket to help protect it from the weight of all the dirt. Then they put a formed concrete slab on top of that then fill it up with dirt again. I put the first shovel full of dirt in. It made me feel better. He was buried and the grass was replaced less than 45 minutes after we were done! That efficiency was a bit scary. I took some flowers to over where my Grandmother and Grandfather were buried and between the whole thing – cried like a wookie again.
The open house was over at my Mom’s – and it only took me a day to stop referring it to as ‘Mom & Dad’s’ – and that was nice as well. The ladies from the church had arranged food and drinks and they were amazing. We got to see a lot more people and for the most part was enjoyable. We started kicking everyone out at 4pm and the neighbors brought what my dad loved over at 4:20 pm – pitchers of margaritas! All the family was able to relax a little.
As you can see from my weight – I ate my grief this past week. I understand why but it makes me feel like I failed myself. I will fix that and get it back down to where I want it to be.
All in all – in all of my wordiness – I want to help explain what a roller coaster I have been on these past two weeks. Not that I’m making excuses but I just feel better putting it down. My dad was an amazing man – and he would be the first to tell you. He will be missed. The most amazing thing is that he was able to deal with the end of his life – HIS WAY. He accepted the end, and made is all about him. He was able to plan, visit, and do it all. I can only help that all of us are able to do it in this similar manner.
Again, and I cannot stress this enough – without all of your support I would not have made it through this past week. Thank you Thank You THANK YOU!

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Where to start?
First and foremost – My friends. I can’t tell you how much all of your emails, texts, messages, facebook entries, and phone calls meant to me. There were times in the past five days that I truly thought that I was going to break down past the point of return. It always seemed that somebody called or texted at the perfect time – when I needed it. If I did not tell you thank you then – THANK YOU!
The story – my dad was diagnosed with a lymphoma in the early 90’s – maybe around 1992? He went through all the normal stuff – chemotherapy and all sort of other treatments. Even back then the old mantra of chemo kills the bad cells AND some good ones. One of the potential side effects (if you live through the treatments) is that later in life, survivors often get various blood disorders. Most advanced cancers are not necessarily ‘curable’ but just controlled so that they do not spread. Tumors and the such are different, if caught early enough, the cancerous growth is removed and you are done. Our lymphatic system has it’s own little superhighway in our bodies and sadly, those evil little cells tend to spread elsewhere. My dad went through many different times where growths came back and truly after so many times of riding the roller-coaster of ‘bad’ news – I grew kind of weary of riding that roller coaster. I used to tell myself that I would believe it when he was in a box. I’m not saying that it was the correct way to cope, but I couldn’t go through all the emotions of ‘this is it’ and then have him laugh in the face of death by surviving longer. He has been through so much. Cancers, electrocution, heavy machinery accidents, quadruple heart bypass, I can’t even think of some of the others. One of his doctors admitted this past week that if we were cats with nine lives, dad had 29 lives. Unfortunately, he pointed out, he has used 28 of them. Very true.
I’m not saying that I haven’t taken any of the news lightly. I tended to process the information, look up stuff on the internet and then dealt with it however at that moment. Some of you have been very tolerable of me when at those junctures – again, lots of thanks due. This past June we were informed that ‘this’ time was probably it. They diagnosed him with Aplastic Anemia Syndrome – where his bone marrow does not replenish blood cells to keep up with where it needs to be. His blood volume level would go up and down and also his platelet count was crazy which was fought by having a ‘6 Pack’ of platelets added to his blood transfusions. I would hate to count how many of each he has received over the past four months. Through our investigation, normal people can only accept about ten ‘6 Packs’ of platelets before their body will just reject the new platelets and they would not do any good any longer. For those who don’t remember, the platelets are the first things that go through the blood to the source of bleeding to help stop the bleeding. Something as simple as a nose bleed or even cutting yourself while shaving became very serious issues.
Over the past four months, we kept an eye on him and he had good days and bad days. I called him a vampire as he would be invigorated after getting some new blood. When new blood did not help him, I told him that he must of got some old person’s blood. It was amazing how much blood helped his energy level. All during these ups and downs, he continued working and not much changed.
On Sunday, October 25th, I was being picked up by my family when they mentioned that Dad was put back in the hospital that afternoon. I called my Mom and nobody told me quite how serious it was at the time. He had had a hard weekend and his blood levels had dropped to unheard of levels. His blood volume was about half of what it should be and his platelet count was at ONE! Instead of 150 to 400. I saw him on Monday morning and he was very pale. By Tuesday, he was back to his normal self. Full of energy, walking around, and ready to be released on Wednesday. That was the Tuesday of my last post. What a change that day…
His doctor – the very frank one – came in and helped dad realize that the blood had turned into his life-support system. Sometimes the truth hurts. He truly helped my dad realize that he could keep getting blood but that nothing was helping. His body had already started attacking the new platelets which means that they would not help anymore. Basically, within six hours, we went from going home to going home to die. That made for the beginning of a rough week.
We made plans for the Hospice Care to come to the house. That proved to be a waste of time and energy under the results but I guess it was a better plan for a long haul if it were needed. The doctors gave him another transfusion – without platelets. This confused us as to the doctor’s plan but we all really think that they did it to give him a couple more days. No doctor, even the frank one, would take the bet as to how long he would last. A ‘normal’ man would go in one or two days. The best that the doctors would sort of allude to would be soon but no more than a couple weeks. The funny part was that they said to eat whatever you wanted and to enjoy life. He disliked the hospital food so much we sent out for doughnuts and even chili-cheese dogs! I bet the other patients were mad having to smell the food smells coming out of his room.
My dad had that affect on people. You couldn’t tell him ‘no’. And, nobody did. This big ol’ guy was loved by his doctors and his nurses. I’ve seen him be a terrible patient but these last few times he learned that a happy nurse equals a happy patient!
He was released on Friday and went home to his own house. He was in great spirits and on the outside showed nothing different. He was just dad. The long train of visiting family and friends. Actually the train started while he was in the hospital and then continued. We tried to let as many people as we could know about the situation so that they could come see him. It wasn’t so much to say ‘goodbye’ as it was to just be able to talk to him and celebrate him. It wasn’t necessarily sad and very few people actually said goodbye. We joked that it was similar to him being able to be at his own funeral. He was able to hear – firsthand – how much he was loved. Yes, it sometimes got teary – but it was very respectful and actually quite funny at times as people remembered ‘their’ side of the story and he was usually quick to correct them or laugh along with them. I wish there was a better manner to have invited everyone that we wanted to but it just didn’t work out that way. We all just wanted our time with him.
Saturday and Sunday were no different. Sunday a little weaker that Saturday, but unless you had been there the day before you would not have noticed. That was the hardest part is that he looked so good. It’s kind of hard to look at guy that on the outside was just so normal – knowing that on the inside his body was fighting for it’s life. Again, just more of a testament to him.
Monday was a little harder as he was a bit weaker physically. I opted to ride my bike to work and then stop by afterwards. As the day progressed, he was tired. He had asked for some morphine for the first time. Morphine has an added effect of opening up the chest to make breathing easier. We had purposely not allowed anyone to sleep at my Mom & Dad’s house because had she known she had company – she would have expended energy towards vacuuming and other tasks that she did not need to be worrying about. My sister and nephew had come down and were staying at our house. On Monday we decided that it was better to have them sleep at my parent’s house. My nephew is a strapping, fit, twenty-year old that could help out. As the night progressed, it was decided that I should sleep there too just to help out in case he needed to go to the restroom. When it was time to go to sleep he had asked for some more morphine. It was hard to get to sleep on the sofa, but once I was asleep, I was out.
It was still dark when my nephew called for me that my Dad needed some help. He had slept most of the night and my mom had helped him earlier get to the bathroom without any additional help. He needed some assistance and Chris and I helped him. He was very weak and clammy. After about twenty minutes we helped him back into bed and he was complaining about his head feeling like it was exploding. We gave him some more morphine. This is the part where having the hospice nurse would have been helpful. The one who came out over the weekend to get all the ‘history’ and stuff had brought the morphine and had given my mom instructions as to how to give it. The ‘real’ nurse was to show up on Monday but did not and did not call. We were not worried about things so we really did not bother with it. My mom was giving him very literally, drops of morphine. She was scared that if she gave him too much, it would be the morphine that would do him in and without any further help – did what she thought was best. We called the hospice and asked for the nurse to come – they said it would be about 20 minutes. So much for on call. I guess I just had wanted something more quickly. Mom had me call all my brothers and sisters to come. After the last drops of morphine he had breathed easier and appeared like he was going back to sleep. I called everyone. Tim was the furthest away and I made the mistake of telling him that mom wanted him here but also said that I didn’t think that this was it, but he definitely was not doing well.
My sister came and got me from where I was making the calls and was crying a lot. I went back and it was like a different man was laying in that bad. All the color had left his body and he had already started that hard, guttural breathing thing. He said some things, I can’t remember what. The breaths became fewer which was very difficult. Mom was at the foot of the bed, my sister and nephew at his side. The hardest part for me was when Mom said something about ‘This is it? I’m not ready!’ A few minutes more and he had another breath which actually made us all laugh because you halfway expected him to just start again and start laughing with us. He didn’t. Within ten minutes of making all those calls – he had gone.
When my other sisters had come to the house, I had to greet them at the door with the news. That sucked. I had made the decision not to call them in transit because I didn’t want them to get emotional in the car or to drive stupidly and risk another injury. The on-call hospice nurse came by – the same one that had come on Saturday. I let her know that nobody had ever come after her and she seemed surprised but also didn’t really seem all caring. She double checked that he had indeed died – wow, that was a hard call. I removed the oxygen tubing that had become an fixture of his room, hundreds of feet of clear tubing from the oxygen generator so that he could move around his room – maybe even to the back porch when he needed oxygen. I just didn’t want anything that looked sickly to be around him for when everyone arrived. I helped the nurse clean him up a bit and she had to inventory the morphine. She was amazed that so little was used and that’s when my mom admitted that she had not wanted to give him too much for fear of what would happen. Sad.

Dale Fox

My dad died this morning at around 6:30 am.

Distance: 24.69 miles Time: 1:50:00
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I needed a break from the drama today and decided it was a perfect day to ride to work. We are closed on Mondays now for our ‘Winter Hours’ and it was nice to not have the added aggravation of people around. I worked for two hours, paid taxes and got some paperwork done. Back to Mom & Dad’s on the way home, I figured that someone could give me a ride…
The overnights are still quite cold but it’s been warming up to just over 60 during the middle of the day. With the earlier mornings now, it’s perfect from 1 pm to 3 pm. Once the sun starts setting around 5, it cools down very quickly. Ahhhh autumn exercising!

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It’s another day… Strangely cold out here – snow expected in the high elevations tomorrow – and then back to warmth over the weekend. Ah…. New Mexico. I turned on the heater last night anyway. [and there was much rejoicing]

I walked to the north side of the house yesterday after noticing a bunch of plaster looking stuff in my neighbors’ yard. It was about 30 sq ft of stucco off of MY HOUSE! Grrrrr! Very frustrating. I don’t know if there’s time to fix it before winter – it really needs warmer temperature and being on the cold North side, I don’t think it’s gonna happen.
Let’s see what other news… One of our chickens which was supposed to be a hen, is a rooster and started crowing over the weekend. If I were one of our neighbors, I think I would be hating me right now. I told Sunnee she needs to get rid of it and of course, that will not be happening.
My dad was not doing so hot yesterday but his blood level increased overnight and he’s doing great. My sister was eating somewhere by the hospital and one of the ER nurses was boasting how he had a patient that with a platelets level of ‘1′ – a normal adult level is between 150,000 and 450,000 according to the interweb – and that his patient was coherent and even more so – alive. The other nurses could not believe it. That is my dad. When we get a medical prognosis, we have become so jaded to respond to them because he is not ‘normal’. He outlasts anyones’ opinion just mostly because that’s the way he is. Whether that is from his genes, his stubborness, or in his head – who cares? One doctor scared the hell out of him yesterday and I bet that doctor will freak when he sees my dad walking around the floors today! If his blood volume level stays up this afternoon and overnight, they will release him tomorrow. Crazy…
Lots of stuff going on and I should be working at this moment so I better get back to it before someone notices – HA!

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BACK IN ‘BURQUE!
I had a great time. By this time, apparently the YouTube/U2 show last night was watched by lots of people so people got to see the show. The stage set was INCREDIBLE. Big tours tend to try to one-up the previous large tour with bigger and better. This will be very difficult to beat. Apparently the stage (stages, as there are three of them) cost $60 million. Look at the photos of the daytime shots here.
The night-time shots are here.
It’s amazing that four guys can put on such an amazing show. The only strange thing is that it was soooo…. mellow. A couple of songs kind of rocked out but it was fairly amazing how slow it was. I liked the setlist and they played the songs you wanted from the old days and some from the new ones. The crowd was also – how to say it – old. No kids, other than the ones who carried in their four to six year olds. Not many under 21. It was very similar to the Roger Waters show in 2007 – very old. That kind of shows that they have not been overly successful in crossing over to the next listening generation.
To basically describe it, the center, circular stage was nice with a circle of ‘fans’ around that and then another circular walkway around that – with fans in front of that. There were two moveable catwalks that could rotate around from the back to the front that they would use to cross over to the outer circle. At times, when in the ‘inner circle’ they were just three feet above us. That was cool. In that inner circle area there were SO many beer bottles you would watch where you were walking because if you stepped on a bottle wrong, you would have broken your neck. I love my height when on the floor at shows. I don’t think of myself as tall – until I get into situations like that. It works to my advantage. Bono was such a small person. Then, when he gets next to The Edge, you realize how small he is too.
President Bill Clinton was there – he stayed up in a suite next to the press room where I took most of the ‘high’ photos. Paris Hilton was there too causing a lot of hub-bub. At a time when we walked to the front of house mix position there was a lot of people around and she was walking out. I will admit that she ‘appears’ very pretty – like the photos show. There’s just a cloud of ’skankiness’ around her. Speaking of skankiness, Gavin Maloof was there too.
All in all – the stage show was unforgettable. I’m glad I was able to see U2, sad that I had not seen any of the previous tours. Judging from the comments and emails – lots of my female friends are WAY into The Edge. One of the friends of the LiveNation crew was very impressed with the drummer. It just goes to show that they still have fans (or is it stalkers?) out there.
The neatest part of the trip was getting to see a friend from the old days. TK had already planned a trip to Vegas from Bamburg, Germany before she knew I was going to be there and she came from the airport to the show. In the middle of a crowd, we picked each other out. We both look the same, which is pretty cool after 14 years or so. She had lived in Vegas previously and had originally come into town to see some old friends. She had been awake for over 20 hours and was a trooper to make it through the show. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate the fact that I have friends. It helps me keep my sanity.
Off to work this morning, a bit later than I anticipated while writing all this.

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The day after the show, I had had a big breakfast (for me) and looking for a reason to get out of the venue compound. My original plan was to ride to Lake Mead. Never made that. Part of that was because I couldn’t get my bike seat to work on the rental bike (thanks Jake) so my tailbone was very sore from riding.
I just went out the Boulder Highway until I couldn’t go any further so I guess that’s way out at the end of Henderson. Whatever the reason, it was good. I started at 4:30 ish and knew that the sun went down between 6 and 6:30. I went a little too far. I had not planned on being gone so long and did not pack my lights. Luckily, I did bring my reflective vest so at least I wasn’t being entirely stupid.
It felt great. I made a good decision in getting the bike. Besides, it’s very hard to talk a hooker into riding on the bike’s handlebars….

No scales around here so I won’t even bother!
Flight was good and uneventful – which is always a good thing. Arrived and went straight to the venue. This thing is freakin’ crazy! It is taller than the seating area which makes it look like something out of War of the Worlds. I met the guy that designed it (another Mark) and he also did The Wall set for Pink Floyd. Nice guy. Amazing feat of engineering going on here.
There are so many people working, it’s like it’s own little city. I helped out as much as I could and ended up having a few beers with Tim from Phoenix. We hadn’t really talked much and boy did we catch up!
A late night pulled pork sandwich was not good for me, but I had one anyway. I regretted that this morning. Jake brought my bike over just before midnight and I went to bed.
Morning came early and any residual beer was worked off on the five mile ride to the venue. It actually felt pretty good. I ended up working more and did not go on a bike ride to Lake Mead. Probably good as the bike broke and that would have sucked had it occurred on the way to/from the lake.
I took more photos – you can see them here.
Some late night accounting issues and all was well. I’m just waiting for the bike dude to come fix the bike.
Tomorrow should be a great day!

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This is the first ‘cold’ morning ride I’ve had since Jan/Feb. It was nice. Just a ride from the hotel to the stadium. Boulder Highway is busy but has a nice bike/bus lane. The only thing is that the drivers out there do not have an idea of what to do for bikes in the right hand turn lanes. I realized this by the second major street. A runner informed me that cars have the Right of Way in Vegas in ALL cases except marked crosswalks. It shows. My plan was to ride back and forth each morning and night but I opted not to ride at night. I think that was the best move.