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I start dragging the bike up the old Cima Road, which is turning out to be really sandy Well, the old sign isn't legible any moreThumbnailsUgh, the road is getting even sandierWell, the old sign isn't legible any moreThumbnailsUgh, the road is getting even sandierWell, the old sign isn't legible any moreThumbnailsUgh, the road is getting even sandierWell, the old sign isn't legible any moreThumbnailsUgh, the road is getting even sandierWell, the old sign isn't legible any moreThumbnailsUgh, the road is getting even sandier

I pause to take in the sun setting behind me over Cima Dome, which I never seem to tire of looking at: that perfect slight bulge on the horizon.