One morning on the Northern Tier, a 4,000+ mile bicycle route across the northern U.S., I headed out of town on a road headed straight for a mountain.
I looked up with dread at the insurmountable vertical distance between myself and the topography directly in my path, unsure how one could cross such a pass without wings
Then, to my relief, the road curved to the right, following along the mountainside.
Until I turned left across a bridge, and began to ascend into the clouds.
There's probably a metaphor for life in there somewhere.
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