So when time came for me to step away from the machine, Milo and I decided to take a walk DOWN TO THE BOTTOM OF BIGGEST HILL. It's taken on some serious mythical proportions, has BIGGEST HILL. So our adventure was eagerly embarked upon.
The ascent, of course, was a piece of cake, with the assistance of gravity, and with a distracting small child narrating every step, pointing out every hole in the bitumen, every rut, every rupture, every random vehicle and in raptures over the romance of our trek.
|If I die trying, I am going to succeed in|
capturing this scene on celluloid in a manner that truly
reflects the enormity of this hill.
|The bit at the bottom |
which closely resembles the countryside...
|...except for this.|
I did wish, however, as we mounted our ascent, that we had set off better prepared: an energy bar in hand, a bottle of something icy and bracing, a pair of sunglasses and perhaps a small pack horse to help me back home.