We chugged along up the mountain. When we rode down it in 2012, the shoulder was rough, cracked, and covered in rocks and sand. We mostly rode in traffic. Now it was pristine with a concrete barrier blocking the rocks, prime for brake-free descending. I wished we were riding down but not for long.
Dean shouted that there was a mountain goat across the road. I turned to look and saw a car pull over next to it. A guy stepped out to take pictures while his car was parked half on the shoulder and half on the road. I felt annoyed and squishable by the bottleneck so I pedalled harder out of the danger zone. 📷:Dean