Mo had succumbed to walking entirely, abandoning any pretense of enduring further climbing. My own burden was beginning to weigh heavily upon me as well, but as you know, I’m one to suffer until I drop. And so, I continued my slow, arduous ascent, while Mo followed behind at a leisurely pace.
We were now traversing the “kulump de dump” section of the trail, a moss-covered and rain-soaked expanse where riding down required a constant lurching of the bike over roots, producing a distinctive “kaulmp de dump” sound with each maneuver.
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