I got up super-early this morning and rode clear across town and attempted to climb the steepest, toughest hill in town (my city has a bunch of little volcanoes in it). As I made my way up, I soon could not believe how steep and long it was. No wonder I was the only one not in a car!! Anyhoo, I kept asking for His help, and asking for His help, and asking for His help. I knew I couldn't do it by myself. Eventually, I made it it to the top. There was a lot of fog over the city but I was above it. All the stars were out and the view was stunning. My horrible fear of heights didn't even kick in, despite how steep and scary it was with all these huge dropoffs. I did it. We did it.