More Hills

It's a well documented fact, that round these parts, I'm a bit of a weed where hills are concerned. It's not that I don't like them, it's just that I prefer the downward variety. At my stage of cycling development, I can't see the pleasure in turning your lungs inside-out and going into oxygen deficit to get up an incline. I just don't gerrit. But, it has to be worked on if one doesn't want to, what cyclists ingloriously call, bonk, whenever you encounter an upward slope.
In the picture is the top of Horsewalk, a mere pimple to seasoned cyclists, but to me, a useful progress marker. No standing out of the saddle today, Yarooo!