Atop Mt. Wachusett

Small patches of disgruntled snow still crusted some of the ski slopes but the main road to the summit (repaved last year) was clear. A fine spring day for climbing. Blue sky. Boston and Worcester visible in milky haze. The CIA and weather towers, fenced off, held no real menace. No raptors seen soaring on the thermals. No one else on top, a late Tuesday afternoon.

A Difficult Decision

View from the Summit

The Wachusett

The mountain is not called "The Wachusett" here in Not-France. 

The Goal on the horizon, March 31 2013

This early in spring, an eager cyclist cannot achieve the summit. 

Denied the summit

Our ideals remain on the perpetually shifting horizon. We pedal in the direction we think best. We seek elevation and hope not to fail when the raw side of incline kicks sharply upward into the steepness.