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.
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