Over the weekend, I drove to a place that I usually arrive at on a bike. Then, with my son and almost-daughter and dogs, I hiked. Three different modes of transportation provide three different views of the same scene.
In the car, the hills were negligible. I had an overall impression of winding road and greenery. In the same location on a bike, I got to know every patch of gravel, befriended every flower, celebrated every semi-flat spot in the road. Hiking was even slower. I got to take pictures of things. I got to pet dogs and chat with children in capes saving the world.
Variety is good.