Photo Essay

18 hours following my crash in Flintstone, I was on a plane headed for the West Coast. Michael's family was allowing us to stay at their house in San Diego for a much needed vacation.
Unfortunately, my road bike had been shipped before Rocky Gap, and never saw the light outside the bike box (arm muscles were too jacked-up to ride). I made it to the beach (although was unable to surf or swim), and we fit more activities into a one-week trip than I would have imagined. Instead of bore you with the details, enjoy the photo essay below....