We finally started on the new (at least to us) bike path around 3 pm. We had no map, no idea which paths to take, just one person's vague recollection of "There's a lake around here somewhere." They said it had to be "this way." Blindly trusting them we topped a hill and headed down, and down, and down. We pretty much rode the brakes for about 10 minutes. My only thought was, "How in the world am I ever going to make it back up this mountain?"
We found the lake with a great bike path. (We also found there were other parking areas that didn't involve the gigantic hill.) After a couple laps around the lake we took the path that I dreaded so much. I learned a lot about my bike gears and that I can peddle just enough to keep my bike upright and still go up those inclines. I did stop a couple times for air and to wait on others. At last, we reached the top of the hill!
Psalm 8:1-2 Does not wisdom cry out, and understanding lift up hear voices? She takes her stand on the top of the high hill,beside the way where the paths meet.
Psalm 8:1-2 Does not wisdom cry out, and understanding lift up hear voices? She takes her stand on the top of the high hill,beside the way where the paths meet.
I was ever so happy to see the parking lot and finish the ride. I got up this morning feeling better than I had all week. It was a challenge that I wouldn't mind trying again. Can I make it up that hill without stopping? Apparently I can be rather competitive wth myself.
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