Lunch Anyone?

The cruelty of the howling winds. The cruelty of the unexpected hill climbs. The cruelty of the burning legs but still pushing forward.

The beauty of discovering unknown trails (to me at least). The swift pace of unknown riders setting the pace. The precision of the shifting on the bike. The blue skies and wondrous sun. The cool bridges made of rough-hewn stone and able hands. The crisp air. The running river. The stepped waterfall/dam.

So was my noon ride. Yummy.