Wednesday, August 22, 2012
R 8 = Great!
The bike path and Cascade Locks. The freeway. Forever on the freeway. Yet another flat. A walk to the gas station and a stop at the Hood River bike shop for pricey C02 cartridges. The day was just getting started.
"I must stop and rest more!" I yell. Sitting, calculating the distance to Government Camp (10 miles) and the amount of time to get there (40 minutes) is another sudden slap. Off like bullets up the hill, the mountain, up, up, down a bit, more up and finally to the control point.
The clock at the gas station reads 5:10pm. The cut-off time is 5:13. The clerk stares as I laugh with relief, heart pounding out of my rib cage, and bag my back up plan in case of disqualification. I wouldn't need to beg my boss for a Friday off to take another stab at it after all.
Finally, sitting on the grass back in Troutdale, outside the last control, I look back at the Mountain. Mount Hood. Wy'east. Whatever you call it, I have seen it from every direction in one day. I even answered a long pondered question in my head - when do you stop seeing the mountain you're climbing? Never.
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