Going Big (Going Home Tired)

As suggested by the welcome packet, I finally mustered the courage to attack the biggest hill in town! I took it slow, knowing full well I'm no climber and definitely feeling the oncoming wind. After a couple rough miles the end seemed near, so I dropped to my last gear, lifted off the saddle, and threw myself into that last turn! Of course, waiting just around the bend was... more hill. This happened several times as I continued to wind my way up (except for the shifting gears part - see aforementioned faux home stretch).

As it turns out, there actually was an end to the hill, and I eventually reached it, albeit tired and wheezing. I did find comfort knowing others in the group also thought about hopping off and walking it after every turn. Here's the view from the top:

Safe to say I've developed a healthy fear of what those mountain ranges have in store for us. :)