Squirrel terrorismPosted here (week 1543).
Burning up a particularly lengthy climb while listening to the click-click-click of a Six Flags roller coaster carrying cars upwards not more than 200 feet away I turned to a stocky fellow pushing his way up and remarked that the parkgoers sounded like they were having more fun than we. As I continued onward, I heard him remark “A few more minutes of this, and I’ll be screaming like a schoolgirl, too.”
Near the end, a prolonged descent granted a 40 mph rush. Which only made it hurt worse when a falling acorn hit me in the chest. Ow.
metrics: distance: 26.5 mi average: 16.0 mph max: 42.1 mph