As the year ends, many people start looking ahead. Me? I look back to check that there isn't anything left undone. In spite of many bike rides, I hadn't yet cycled up the Sydenham Hill. Yesterday was the day. Sunny, mild. Up I went. The steepest part is near the bottom as the road curves toward the bridge; a route shared by cyclists, Bruce Trail hikers, and, oh yes, cars. It felt like the white blazes were winking at me. And offering encouragement.
