Well that was a great weekend. Took the train to Menlo Park, and rode with five friends up for miles on twisty, narrow, mostly deserted Old La Honda, down along twisty roads, and stopped for artichoke bread and other lunch in Pescadero.
Then on down Highway 1 to Pigeon Point Lighthouse, where there’s a hostel you can stay in… and a hot tub on a cliff overlooking the ocean. A whole pod of dolphins swam by, fins arcing, a whale(?) made a big splash, and at night with the lights out, you could see stars, the surf, and the beams of the lighthouse sweeping by every few seconds.
We made dinner and breakfast in the hostel– sauteed vegetables and spices, pasta, an ollaliberry pie we’d strapped to a bike rack and devoured forks-in-hand like animals, and eggs and potatoes for breakfast–not bad.
The next morning, a leisurely start, an excellent macchiato at Local Corner in Pescadero and some light reading…
And then on for another 36 miles, rolling hills, ranches, and the neverending uphill that is Tunitas Creek.
74 miles, about 7700’ of climbing, 7 and a half hours rolling (in no hurry), no flats or getting lost, and intense hills, mostly on back twisty roads without many cars (as usual, the map links to the route details):
Feeling good. Strong. Alive.
Thanks, life, and friends.
If 2014 was the Year Of Dirt, maybe this is the Year Of The Sea.