There were lots of beautiful hills on this ride, but they were all in the distance. The pancake-flat valley featured the smallest, softest hair-curler-sized rollers you've ever seen. So we killed boredom with intervals.
After a picturesque picnic lunch, there was enough time for a little trespassing to avoid some sludgy water. Plenty of bees to dodge. Scads of little white flowers that reminded me of recent snowy rides. Face-fulls of bugs trying to hitch a ride. Baby animals galore.
The ride ended with a welcome welcoming reception, happy family faces, and foamy Domination Ale. The feeling of summertime. The euphoria of the first sunburn of the season. And the almost instant amnesia of the effort expended to arrive here.