The Climb

"I had been familiar with that street for years, and had supposed it was dead level: But it was not, as the bicycle now informed me to my surprise. The bicycle, in the hands of a novice, is as alert and acute as a spirit-level in detecting and vanishing shades of difference in these matters. It notices a rise where your untrained eye would not observe that one existed."—Mark Twain

So what do you do when you can’t ride your bicycle? Of course, you blog!

You don’t know how much you’re missing, until you are missing it… Shifting to left-handedness (which many have claimed I did long ago in my own sarcastic way), from my better and dominate right-hand, has presented the worst conceivable inconvenience—taking away that long bicycle ride to clear your head of frustration, fear, fatigue, anxiety, and anger.

Metaphorically, my dear friend Samuel L. Clemens has once again hit it “dead on!” Our emotional-level is mitigated by our compulsion to ride; wherein, resides the therapy. The shift of our transfixed gaze on the next climb exceedingly fades the day’s adversities; and, our ride senses our need to re-focus.

There's always gonna be another mountain

I'm always gonna wanna make it move

Always gonna be an uphill battle

Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose

Ain't about how fast I get there

Ain't about what's waitin' on the other side

It's the climb

The Climb—M. Cyrus

Here’re a few pictures from the rapidly vanishing Summer.