Today was a big day.
I cycled to the top of Arthur’s Pass, and then some.
Sweat & sunscreen & smiles.
I picked a wildflower at the tippy top and put it behind my ear & did a little dance, just for myself. Because that is tradition now.
Big hills call for big celebrations.
CAN YOU SEE HOW STEEP THIS WAS, THOUGH.
AND IT WASN’T EVEN CLOSE TO THE TOP.
Ah shucks, the photos will never do it justice.
The whole way up I could hear the mountain river rushing below. Waterfalls poured out of the hills.
… in the best possible way. In an I-can’t-believe-I-actually-cycled-up-to-Arthur’s-Pass kind of way.
I may or may not have braved death to make it to the top.
Cycle touring is serious business.
But the mountains.
It was worth it for the mountains.
(and all the encouragement people shouted to me from their cars! Thank you, kind strangers!)
I am so totally my mother’s daughter.
Here’s to making it to the top of big hills.
And here’s to sore legs. Because I am definitely going to be feeling this tomorrow.
over and out,