Well, we headed joyfully down to St. George for what we thought would be another relaxing conference weekend, interspersed with biking, swimming, tennis, and rollerblading. Well, the first day down there I went mountain biking and had a fall. I was actually doing the ride-around of one of the most technical parts of the trail when I hit loose dirt, panicked and grabbed both brakes (the biggest no-no of biking is to hit your front brake). I actually tumbled/somer-saulted down a small ravine--probably a 4 foot drop off. The fortunate thing was that my bike (I was actually riding Joe's bike which is too big for me) caught and didn't fall on me. That would have been bad. Somehow I ended on my feet, coming away with a few scratches and bruises and feeling very lucky. It did shake me up a little and jarred my confidence. Well, Saturday we were doing the same trail between conference sessions. At one point you have to get around a gate, either by getting off and walking or riding arou
