Wednesday, September 17, 2014
Eastern Sierras - Rock Creek and Crowley Lake Roads
In the words of The Boyfriend, "What, no firemen, no strapping runners stripped to the waist, not even a BF reference! Your followers will drift away without their daily titilation."
Apparently, someone is miffed that I have been remiss in not being titillating. As Steve Martin once said, "Well, excuse me."
Back to the ride. After Rock Creek, we came upon US-395 being paved. We had only one mile but it was dicey until the construction workers told us to get in the middle lane protected by cones. How fabulous to be on a highway and insulated. We stopped at Tom's Place (elevation 7100). We went up Rock Creek Road, again under construction. This is where most of the other riders didn't realize that it was fine to do so. We had a lovely chat with a construction worker who told us about encountering bears. The photo above has nothing to do with this bit, it comes later (McGee Creek Road).
Having done the bit that others hadn't, we were far far far behind. That was okay because, you know, we were the only ones doing The Real Ride.... We were told that next up was McGee Creek Road and that it was really hard with 13% pitches. Not. Miss P. and I and Tony laughed as we did the climb. Miss P. said that it was probably only 8.9 percent or so. Maybe a pitch here and there was steep but like for a second. I think the other riders did everything so hard and fast that they burned out and forgot to smell the roses, you know. Did I mention the shirtless runners that I followed while walking around in Mammoth Lakes. Ah, so young, so fine, so lean, so nice to watch. But I digress, from you know, The Real Ride that we did.
McGee Creek Road affords wonderful views of Crowley Lake, a reservoir on the upper Owens River in southern Mono County, created in 1941. We made it to the bakery at 2:30pm (it closed at 3pm). Boy did I need a snack, especially after doing The Real Ride. We hammered it back to base camp, aka The Best Western in Bishop, a bit late for Happy Hour, but then again, we did The Real Ride. Miss P. and I did come across a lone male cyclist on yesterday's ride, who fired up our engines. He probably could have taken us on a real ride, too....