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Summit Up

SUMMIT UP

Good morning, and welcome to Summit Up, the world’s only daily column not likely alone in scraping sweet mud from our sandals for the third day in a row.We’re making it official – we’re in mud season.We can just hear it now …”It might be muddy, but there’s still plenty of snowy stashes to be had!””It’s gonna dump at least two or three more times before mud season really starts.””The resorts are open, at least for a little while longer, so please don’t push us into shoulder season just yet, you cur-mud-geon!”After spending Sunday gazing out the Corporate Suites’ windows, at a sun drenched Summit County, chained to our lightning-fast Macintosh, our cabin fever got the best of us.We didn’t feel funny … just fundamentally frustrated that we won’t be singletracking any time soon around here.We plodded through the Brown Swamp – er, our pothole pocked parking lot – tracking sandal-prints across all corners of corporate carpet. (And blamed it on Scout. Sorry, buddy…) Sunny skies, black feet, daydreams of dry singletrack – sure sounds like mud season to us.So, when we sat down to craft this masterwork, we went to the email well since we we’re mostly just thinking about how soon we can don full-on Pearl Izumi.And we found a few messages previewing the cosmic coincidence coming up this Wednesday. At exactly 2 minutes and 3 seconds after 1 a.m, a twist of timing fate will be revealed, and the time/date will read: 01:02:03 04/05/06.Oooooh, spooooky. Our intrepid readers tell us that this won’t happen for another 1,000 years, “so enjoy it” – whatever that means.To us, enjoyment would be to do something timeless at this point – which brings us back to mud season. (We just can’t help ourselves.)It’s totally time for Moab.Is there a place on earth more timeless? We hear it’s dry there, too.So, beautiful girl, ditch that government job, and let’s pack the truck and load your rig onto the roof, right next to mine. A dreamy notion yet unfulfilled, but give me time …After all, it is mud season.***Also plucked from the summitup@summitdaily e-mail well, this Angel Alert!! Angel Alert!! (What would we do without you, faithful readers?)”Please angelize Ann Lukacs, who found my hubby, Kevin’s wallet (which I lost, on his birthday, no less). She tracked down our phone number and went out of her way to return it. She deserves a halo and wings!Thanks,” Andee & Kevin JohnsonAlma***We out, not doing our taxes, and tuning our bike.


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