Weeknight bike camping on Mt Diablo (the lower Live Oak campground) via dirt trails.
Waking up at 5:30 to make coffee outdoors surrounded by hundreds of chirping birds before heading in to the office (which fortunately has a shower and place to cache essentials the day before) feels like subverting the system.
Year Of Fire may have mostly been a bust so far (I’ve barely weekend-biked at all the past six months due to other aspects of life), but this was a good reminder of how it should be…