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| On a certain secret Saturday the last ten miles of the road to Sunrise is closed to motorists and open to cyclists. This is the equivalent to crack cocaine if you are a hill loving Puyallup Cyclopath. We were slipping under the gate to start our first lap at 6:30. It would be another hour and a half before we encountered another non Cyclopath cyclist. |
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| Between laps we refilled our water bottles and posed for pictures. |
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| As the climbing neared it's zenith we searched for a proper stopping point. The group decided that 9k feet of climbing was the goal and we stopped just up the road from Sunrise Point. The photographer asked for visual representations of our accomplishments. Mike flashed nine fingers to represent nine thousand feet of climbing. David showed five fingers for five ascents. We never figured out what Les is signaling... |
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| A job well done. Mike's post ride ritual always seems to include a few minutes sitting under the hatch of his van. My camera caught the joy of removing his hard working cycling shoes. |
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