Why I Loved Deb Ford's Hill Climbing Clinic
A prose poem by Toni Terhaar Kanz
Two river otters swimming in Putah Creek downstream from the dam I wouldn't have seen in my car.
Descending down Cardiac, catching a pothole, reminding me to be safe.
Knowing there are experienced riders up ahead of me that are helpful if I ask.
Riding with friends, new and old.
Making friends, hearing positive words, accomplishing goals.
Rolling down rollers, gaining speed for the next hills.
Sharing a coffee at Steady Eddy's amazed that I just climbed Gibson, English Hills, Steiger, the Dam, and Cardiac.
What good fortune I have to belong to a club that reaches out to members who want a new challenge.
Thank you, Deb Ford, for putting together this clinic.
Toni Terhaar Kanz