A great day of hills and gravel with Ollie around Mt. Richmond.
I'd be happy if all roads were graded gravel. A vulture gliding a couple feet off a country road takes up almost an entire lane. If snakes had an oral tradition, the wheel would enter as the "great evil." Finding a rhythm on a long climb is one of the best cycling sensations. Boy howdy, people keep tidy little homesteads in the Oregon boondocks. Bare, mossy oak trees on green hills--can't find the words and didn't get a picture.