What blissful effort looks like

On the first day of vacation, I rented this beaut. Her gears were limited but her determination was great.

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Her basket remained empty, the backpack strapped to my body. Together, “Townie” and I headed up.

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I stopped a few times to dismount and push Townie upward.

Sometimes, I would stop to take pictures (like this one) …

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to remind me how far I had traveled away from town.

Once, I stopped to take a flower-selfie:

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I continued my climb.

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When I reached my goal, there was nothing left to do but zip down, view the geese in the wetlands …

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and park my bike at the Corner in front of the rental store.

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It was time to say goodbye to the basket with the invisible Toto, and to the bike itself.

With three clicks of my heels, the week had passed. Home was waiting.

 

Weekly photo prompt: Corner

Praise for the Mountain

If I were a cow

I would roam beneath a mountain

and drink from a cool stream.

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If I were an Arrowleaf flower

I would grow on a mountain hillside

and smile proudly at the hikers passing by.

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If I were the remains of an old mining cable

I would stare at the mountains

and remember a time

when miners depended on my strength

to transport their coal.

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If I were a wooden bridge

I would keep walkers safe as they crossed

and as they stopped in my middle

to admire the the mountain stream view

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And if I were a mountain

I would look to the clouds and smile.

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