Though the race itself was disastrous, my travel to the event was through some very beautiful desert canyon country in fall splendor. And, my one stroke a favor from the triathlon gods was an unusually sublime shuffle mix in my iPod--found some great old stuff including a very soulful cover of "Whan Love Comes to Town"--don't even know who the artist was. Wish the cell phone video could depict how picturesque this drive really was.
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