Now, with pictures…
I like the climbing rides. Roll out the door, start pedaling. Simple.
This time, instead of trying to make words, I brought pictures. Pictures are good. Or they would be good, if I’d bothered to bring my camera. But I didn’t. My pockets were a little full. And I wouldn’t want to add weight, you know. The horror! Instead, I give you furry, blurry cell photos. You never knew the world looked quite like this. Alien lenses. Or something.
million dollar view, not-so million dollar cell phone
the clouds were pink… really. the road snakes upward
and up and up and up one blue bike, such a poser the view commanded the islands
they’re out there, i promise a cratered moonscape
i’ll have a some dirt with my road, thanks vertiginous there’s a coke in the fridge
and not much else