Lookey, it's The Boyfriend trying to figure out where we are. I'm going to take a wild stab here, go out on a limb and guess that we're at the junction of Hwy 9 and 236. Of course, The BF wasn't lost and he kindly waited for me at various locations, keeping me motivated as we took on one grade after another.
Me: My, how erect those trees are.
The BF: Would you behave!
Me: I have Miss P as my witness you know.
The BF: Dare I ask for what?
Me: Well, a motorcyclist offered to get his truck and take care of me when he saw me waiting at the top of Jamison Creek.
The BF: Sigh.
I give myself a passing grade for getting up Jamison Creek. I've struggled in the past but had no problem today. I suspect my HBP drugs kicked in and I just floated to the top. Well, it wasn't that pretty but close enough. However, I didn't do the last grade, after Jamison Creek. Had there been a barista serving coffee drinks and a sandwich stand with a character from the Peanuts gang, I might have preserved. Still, I accomplished what I set out to do. I'm very proud of The BF for doing all of the route. And thankful for having Miss P and Dr. G. on the ride, as well.
Just the stats:
40.63 miles
4 hr. 33 min
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