A 5% incline is our mercy. Everything else is steeper. Time and again I look up and try to imagine what comes next. Faint lines etched into towering mounds are the only clues. It often feels like we’ve made great progress to reach a particular curve, but half an hour later and what we thought was a lofty peak has shrunk to a lowly molehill far below. To call the cars ants would be absurd. They are mere motes of dust which…
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