
I rode the Moab Century (well, two-score miles of it anyway) this weekend, and spent some time away from my family (sorry, guys) with a couple of my very old (but only middle-aged!) friends, Tim and Brent.
- Life: I think the earliest memories we were sharing went all the way back to kindergarten and first grade at Morningside Elementary School. We talked about the pivotal decisions in our lives that led us to where we are: Spouses, jobs, schools, moves. We watched General Conference and thought about things beyond this life.
- Death: I ran over a rattlesnake (okay, it was roadkill). I was passed by speeding 4x4 trucks on a foot-wide shoulder that dropped 200 feet to the Colorado River. We talked about a mutual friend, Thane, we lost to cancer a few years ago. I felt my age, my weight, and the encumbrances of a half-lifetime slow me down, and stiffen my limbs.
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