
As you can see, the going was pretty steep. Leslie noticed that my jacket was hanging from my rack into my spokes, so I had to stop. To get started again, I had to turn around and go back to a flatter spot.



Finally, I crested the "summit" with a grin.
I had jokingly suggested that Tom bring the beer (to slow him down on the climb). Imagine my surprise when we got to the top of Five Mile Hill and he whipped out a can of beer for the three of us to split!