I have to admit. I’m pretty proud of myself. A couple of weeks ago I actually made it on my bike the entire way to Elephant Rock. Ben was really patient with me, considering that it took me positively forever, I was scared to death, and my legs looked like they’d been shredded with a cheese grater by the time we were done, but the view from up there is worth every bit of it. So many memories in such a beautiful location…just to be there is the quietest feeling in the world.