Though we were out for hours (maybe 5) riding up one mountain and down another, we did take the time to stop and smell the flowers from time to time. As we passed through this trailhead, we were floored at how many flowers had popped up.
Thanks to my handy new camera that has the fold-out screen, I can compose photos of myself rather well. Why I was smiling in the middle of this long climb, I’ll never know.
Space Mountain, a trail real close to our house, was designed by someone with a decision-making disorder. There isn’t a single section that’s straight or flat.
The climb from our house is not a great way to start a ride. There’s really no time to warm up before tackling a few steep ascents.
