There's Supposed to be a Trail Here

While bushwacking myself and bike through thick brush I think, "There's supposed to be a trail here, but not finding any is OK too." Initially there was a trail but it got narrower and narrower until it was full on brush with only a faint little rabbit trail under it all.

So being stubborn as I am and knowing that the top of the hill and a clearer path "had to be just ahead," I continued to force myself and bike through. After all the satellite image burned into by head shows a trail here. So yes I will make sure I'm going to get through because turning back is epic defeat.

Oh this is perfectly me in every way. And I like it this way. The reward always sweet!