A mirage, a ghost. Whatever it is, it’s actually beautiful. But be careful, as confronting the ghoul will cause something sinister. Shackled to a life of hike-a-biking endless days to the top of a never ending climb. Lifting the bike over dead-fall. Pulling up sandstone cliffs.
I know because I chased down the figure only to stare into her eyes and into the never ending adventure of pushing bikes and prodding along on an adventure without an end. For eternity, I will march to the beat of my heart. And I’ll climb.