I stop in the shade to catch my breath—there hasn’t been much shade to stop in on the trail yet. I’m not sure what possessed me to go out at this time of day, without eating anything. My bottles are almost empty, and I have a long way to go still. The graffiti-covered water tower sits there, looming above as I try to read the map on my phone, looking for where to turn down the trail I’d never been. I hear the thumping of the helicopter in the distance, as I round the hill and make my way up, up, and up some more until I am nearly face to face with the pilot. I stand high upon a berm, and look down on the construction site, watching the helicopters carry materials back and forth, between this site and one I cannot see. I wish there was a big tree right here, with lots of shade, but there’s not, so I ride on.