We Are Fallen Angels

It has become very clear that the end of our roadtrip is near. Mark met us today atop Hayters Gap when suddenly we realized it was the last true climb of the trip. As we sweat heavily up the long steep climb the road was shaded by trees with lots of rustling noises in the bushes, birds singing, the music of creek water, sweet clean air and the sweet smell of the earth. It was idyllic - okay not perfect because my cold and cough is still here - but maybe as idyllic as it can get on this sweet earth. There will always be coughs but today we got a taste of heaven. And like fallen angels we had to descend - in our case to route 11.