Considering the name of this blog, I thought the first post might as well deal with my weekly climb up Mt. Nebo and Mt. Glorious.
If I don’t get lost along the way–and that’s a big if–the entire ride takes a little under four hours. Getting lost usually means riding up and down the same mountain pass a few times like a lost tourist.
My problem is that I constantly assume I’ve missed a turn when I really haven’t, and refuse to concede I’m lost when I actually am lost. My stubbornness usually tacks another hour onto the ride… which leaves me stranded mid-mountain with two empty water bottles.
Then again, stubbornness might not be such a bad thing heading to the base of the climb. You need a bit of it to ignore Big White Signs like this one. (Psh, I’m not a heavy vehicle, trailer, or caravan.)
After the two Big White Signs, the frequency of warning signs increases quite a bit. I took shots only of the first set since capturing all of them would’ve involved getting off the bike every few minutes… which is hard to do mid-climb.
I took Goat Trail yesterday afternoon instead of the usual rolling rise up Mt. Nebo. The ascent was one of those endless, unrelenting, soak-your-entire-body-until-the-sweat-trickles-down-your-arms-and-off-your-drops-even-though-it’s-barely-55-outside climbs.
The reward? This view. I rode from a suburb literally over the horizon.
Further down the descent but no less beautiful.
Sorry to disappoint… but after over 700 miles of riding over the last 3 weeks, I’ve yet to see any kangaroos.
I grew up here but forgot just how stunningly beautiful it is.