Often my training dictates that I have business to attend on the slopes of Lemmon. Unfortunately this mans that I am often ignorant to my amazing surroundings. Instead electing to chew my handle bars until my heart beats like a jack-hammer. Today I was out with my bike on the side of mount Lemmon and I worked up a sweat. Maybe call it Stockholm Syndrome, but I have made some connection with this climb that is more than superficial. Once finished with my masochistic task I cruised down hill snapping photos all the way. At the bottom I stopped, gave the mountain one last look back and aloud I said, "Good Bye."
Note the following photo's are mostly scenic in Nature.
Just after Windy point. All Natural Sky Bridge.
I was way down there once.
More Hoodoo View
7 cataracts view
Hmm looks like I broke a sweat.
That's Tucson in the back.
Self Shot. The road cuts the side of the canyon.
Mile Zero. This is where you punch in for the day.
The sign in the back ground says "Summerville 27miles."
The view at mile zero. Already high above Tucson.
The Cool Church.
I pass the cool church going to and from Lemmon.
I am curious what makes it so Cool? I puttsed around but no one was home.
Training shall be based solely on feel,
while racing shall be guided by sensations and instinct.