Home from Mexico... and enduring a self-imposed 48 hour quarantine. H1N1 had Jim worried about border closings, and I guess maybe - dying. So he packed me with him on this trip back to SLC. Our Doctors (my dad & RB) both advised, although it a tad over-kill that staying away from people for 48 hours was a good idea. 32 hours in, and neither of us show signs of The Swine! However definite signs of cabin fever had us justifying this climb up Mill Creek Canyon. Don't worry, we spoke to no one... no sneezing, no eye-contact. Let's be honest - this is ridiculous, but we're doing it anyway.
We'll be back in the real-world tomorrow!
It looks like I may not feel good here, but it's not the flu - it was the 7 miles of up-hill behind me.