A Late Start ...

Often I leave it a little late in the day to hit the rode.  With insufficient time to extend my domain, I linger closer to home.  Fortunately there are several alternatives for a late day ride, on either the mountain-bike or motorbike.  A favorite is the nearby mountaintop, replete with hill-tribes, expansive vistas, steep winding roads, cooler temperatures and the unexpected aroma of pine.  The strain of the truck or motorbike engine is nothing compared to the strain on heart and legs.  My only attempt to peddle up, was short-lived as I soon realized it was far beyond my abilities.  I would not have even considered an assault if not for a chance encounter with a mere child, gallantly nearing the top on his own power. 

No direct comparison can be made to Mae Salong but there is some of the familiar patchwork hillside farming, steep roads and vistas provided by high, ridge-line viewing points.