Cyclist on Northstar Trail, Northstar Trail

When you realize the hills are judging your cycling skills.

Continuing my journey on the Northstar Trail, I encountered a lone cyclist who seemed to be in a silent competition with the hills. The path, though paved, was a gentle reminder that nature doesn't care about your fitness level. The pine trees, standing tall and indifferent, whispered secrets of the forest as I trudged along. The air was filled with the scent of pine and the distant hum of life – a stark contrast to the city's cacophony. The sky, playing its part in this natural theatre, was a canvas of cotton candy clouds and blue patches, making me wonder if the universe was trying to tell me something profound. Or maybe it was just mocking my lack of stamina. Either way, it was a moment of introspection and silent conversations with the hills that seemed to know more about life than I ever will. The trail, like a wise old sage, offered no answers, just the path ahead, urging me to keep moving, one step at a time.