Saw this near the top, not at the top, but near the top. of the biggest hill I climbed today:
It seemed a cruel place for such a message. And I wasn’t even on the bike ride that needed the note. But, high sun, heat of the day, and there’s still more hill to go. Have a rest stop. Only you can’t, because this spray paint is old. That’s the way it goes sometimes.
On the other side of the hill you are rewarded, of course. It must be nearly a mile of descending:
And I bonked miles from home. That’s a lonely feeling.
This evening we were invited to campus to watch something historic:
It was just another sweet reminder of the nice people all over this special place we get to enjoy.
