During my cross-country bike trip, we climbed Monarch Pass, the continental divide between the Atlantic and P
acific oceans. I wrote a poem about my experience:
Cycling Monarch Pass
Was quite painful on my ass
I was the last one to the top
Some were on the sky ride
Others browsed the gift shop
Eleven thousand three hundred twelve was the elevation
This doesn’t feel much like a vacation
We ride and ride all day long
At times we may sing a song
Passing each other on the road
Some are racing
Others seem like they’re carrying a load
Eventually we all make it in
A thigh may hurt or even a shin
We eat tons of food at dinner
How the hell are we supposed to get thinner
