See This?
I didn't go down it. I went up it. And there's quite a bit more of it than you can see here:
It doesn't look like much, but photos can be deceiving that way. This is the road leading up to Monticello, which I did not stop and visit due to the lateness of the hour, the heat of the day, and the fact that Jefferson built his house on top of a damn mountain.
Then, after that hill there were more hills. Hills all over the place. Short steep ones. Long steep ones. Plus some really wicked downhills that are highly entertaining, as long as you don't think too hard about maybe having to slam on the brakes and watch the trailer sail gracefully over your head, or the fact that any downhill is just a temporary loan of gravity that will be repaid, and soon, with interest.
Consider that photo right there 1,000 words plus however many more words I managed to squeeze out right here. More to say, more happened, of course, but there's some Icy Hot that needs slathering onto toasted legs, and a pillow that my head would like to get to know better.
