Tuesday, September 23, 2008.
BF: Wake up Missy, time to do another 60 mile ride, this time with hills!
Me: Must we?
The BF dragged me kicking and screaming out the door and it’s only day 2 of biking. He’s always so gung ho to set off and ride whereas I view sleeping as major exercise. We saw a few cyclists but mostly we were alone in the bucolic countryside amidst wineries and you guessed it, canyons that involved climbing and some nice descents.
Many of the vineyards looked like this. Lovely patterns, yes.
Yes, it's as steep as it looks.
Later we discovered the Bulldog Café, a coffee house in Solvang that has pictures of the various pro cycling teams hanging on its walls.
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