One treacherous bike ride later...
It's a long way up and a longer way down. Too bad I couldn't enjoy the breezy ride, as I stopped so many times down to look at a crumbling wall or disintegrating, abandoned boat or sky-high treehouse. The train tracks are at the bottom of the mountain, so I had no problem keeping time in interludes of fifteen, but it was still all too easy to get lost in the feel of this other world.
I stole my mother's bike. I have no regrets.
Plants off the main path
The abandoned boat
And on the way down :)
all photos taken by me on August 26, 2009
