I like mountains, they are vast and majestic. Dead Indian summit for instance took 12 miles to climb (do the math I know you roadies want too), yes much of the climb was at 3.5-4 mph
. Just remember poor "Betty" is lugging up 56 lbs. plus food and water. I digress, however, I respect mountains, I know they can be conquered but it is at a price, such as pain, sweat, and pride especially pride. Hills, however, are "little pussies". Hills have no majesty, no grander, they are just puffed up punk-ass kids pretending to be something they can never be. I know this because I have tangled with many a hill. Hills have no pride, as soon as they realize that you are going to beat them into submission, they call their friends, and they line up behind their fallen friend. Oh did I mention that hills travel in gangs because they know they have no real strength, unless they team up on you. Yep, hills are punks compared to mountains.
Thoughts while riding today: You've stood at the side of the road straddling you bike for too long if the ants have crawled up to your knees. It's time to pedal.
Distance: 45 miles
Ride Time: 4:55 Real Time: 6:30
Vertical Feet: 4400
Well as I said yesterday I was a wreck. So what to do? I guess I'll get on my bike and go for a ride. I mean what other choices are there at this point? I got a decent start considering my wobbly legs and general lack of energy. This morning I started the climb of Dead Indian Summit 5,200 ft. I left Ashland on Dead Indian Memorial road. I'm pretty sure the "memorial" title was added later to be politically correct. After a 3 1/2 hour ordeal I finally made it to the summit, unfortunately in Oregon apparently they don't post signs at the summit so no pictures to prove it! Trust me it was a beautiful climb for the first 2000 ft. the last 1000 ft., however, kicked up to 10-12% grade........just what the "doctor" ordered for my wobbly legs! After numerous stops to rest and eat it was done.