I’ve always wanted to ride this four mile pass that is very steep. I shouldn’t have chosen a day with asthma, and 20 years younger. But we needed a boondock spot at the new trailhead and, well, the pass was there taunting me. Miserable. Slow. At a maximum of a bit over 8,000 feet I was breathing worse than the last few kilometers of Kardung La, at 18,380 feet in India, when I was but a sprite of 70. Claire rode circles around me. Still, mission accomplished.