In recent days, a wave of cold weather has entered our area, and the rains of the last few days have caused the number of participants in our last cycling trip, which was held over the weekend, to be very small.
When I came in the morning, it was not raining, but the ground was still wet from the rain the night before and the cold in the air would make you feel really sleepy.
Except for one person, no one was waiting for us in the main square of the city. After him, a few others gradually arrived, and we set off on the road with a small group of five.
The freeway was wet, and I knew very well that the route we had already chosen would include a dirt road in the middle of the forest, and most likely we would all get muddy there.
Before reaching the main road, when I looked at the mountain, I could see the snow on the tops of the trees above the peak, and my heart wanted to visit there.
At a crossroads toward mountains, it was as if my fellow cyclists had the same temptation as mine, and they wanted to reach those snow-covered trees as well. We all knew that there was a long way to get to those heights, but we wanted nevertheless.
Eventually, we all decided to exchange the muddy path in the middle of the forest with the mountain path.
The plum trees were in bloom in the middle of the road, there seemed to be no sign of winter at the bottom of the mountain.
It was hard to imagine a few kilometers above, the whole place to be covered with snow. but I knew it was enough to cycle up the winding mountain road to the heights …
I knew it was a difficult task especially with my stiff bike, but I wanted to do it.
I wanted to see the snow for once BEFORE WINTER IS OVER …
To Be Continued …
