Up the Hills.
I rode up some hills today. Heading East out of town and up from the valley floor toward Paradise. Climbing the switchbacks of Honey Run Road I realized that I have the lungs of an eight-year-old and the wits to match.
Near the top of the climb I came to the corner where I crashed and first injured my knee some thirty two weeks ago. In the meantime, kindly unknown vandals have marked the treacherous tarmac with a memorial and a wildly swerving blue line tracing my tragic trajectory.
It took me forty five minutes to reach Skyway from the covered bridge, that’s the new time to beat. The descent down Neal Road was great. A few headwinds to contest with, but I got the clearest view of the Sacramento River Valley I’ve ever seen.
When I got home the sun was making it’s way past the horizon, and the evening quickly laid itself across the sky. A long warm shower, music with Diana, and dinner at Brad & Amber’s house around their fire pit made a great end to the week.