We drove down the drunken arrow with slack on the pedal during the steep inclines. Roundabouts rounded out my view of those pullman pine peaks from what I’ve read in geography. But what I didn’t read was the sightseer schemes: there’s a price fix on the peaks, there’s a price fix on air, Mother Nature is selling her body to the public. If we want to pay any kind of mind to her we need pay up before we spend time with her. But this isn’t how it should be, we should be able to see her without a cost per hour.