Pinch Me, ToTo...are we in St. George????

Nope. Lake Mead National Park hosts 36 miles of the 70.3 World Championship bike course...and 5200 feet of climbing. Bring it!!!

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  1. DottieSeptember 10, 2011 at 7:18 PM

    WooHoo!! You are definitely ready for that!!

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  2. AnonymousSeptember 10, 2011 at 7:49 PM

    I was just getting ready to investigate what adventure you had in store for you tomorrow, now I don't have to. You will do AWESOME!! This is just the way you like it. Have a great time and tell Bebo to pace himself! Love ya!!

    Kristen

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