Alas...

Well alas for Daddy he returned much earlier than expected from his epic ride. If you went to the link on the last post, you'll have read the story. I will spare Uncle Greg and just briefly say that the trip was abruptly cut short just over 24 hours after it started. Sunday morning Uncle Greg and his bike got in a wreck and he tore his rotator cuff. Luckily he is on the mend and he wrecked in a densely populated portion of the state, right near an Instacare. Uncle Braden was kind enough to drive Daddy home and do a ride with him here in St. George today. Here is the one picture Daddy took with our camera. Poor communication before his trip meant that he didn't know it only had battery power enough for one photo. Bummer. It looks rainy and wet to me. This was their camp the night before it started. One day, those crazy boys will do this ride. One day.