{"id":183,"date":"2010-06-28T04:24:36","date_gmt":"2010-06-28T11:24:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost:8888\/GoneSouthV3\/?p=183"},"modified":"2010-06-28T04:24:36","modified_gmt":"2010-06-28T11:24:36","slug":"i-turn-30","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/rideeatcamp.local\/i-turn-30\/","title":{"rendered":"Zion"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Carrie has recently come to the conclusion that I’m lucky. Yes, it’s true I’ve never broken a bone or been given a speeding ticket or even been mauled by a dog, but I’ve had my fare share of bad luck. I’ve been robbed in Mexico and I’ve recently acquired painful knee problems that have kept me off my bike for several months. It’s hard to deny, however, how lucky we were during our four-day trip to Zion National Park.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n