The Boyfriend, James Porter, Laurent (such a sweetie and very kind), Jim, and several other men. All those men, let me tell you, it was steamy.
We began the ride in Woodside. I felt the cool sensation of wetness and mugginess as we climbed Edgewood and Crestview and continued on to do Tartan Trail, Skyline and a bit of Highway 280. I didn't have it today to climb all of Crestview but I gave it my best shot and I hung on, never being too far behind all those strong men throughout the entire ride. Finally we made it to Sweeney Ridge and the sun came out, affording us views! As you can see though, we had a lot of clouds, too.
The BF. He enjoyed it. Our last climb was another doozie, Bunker Hill and Polhemus before getting on the Ralston trail over to Canada Road (haven't done that one in awhile). Doing all the climbs today was really challenging for me but worth it especially because of the company. I feel blessed to be part of a great bike club. But now, I think I'm going to pass out from exhaustion....
Just the Stats:
4948 feet of climbing
31.5 mph on descending
10 avg mph
5 hr. 5 minutes.
Thursday, August 27, 2015
Yesterday, The Boyfriend and I left Arroyo Grande after finishing the Central Coast Classique ride to go to Cambria, our next destination and the last leg of our weekend getaway. Yay, no need to get up at the crack of dawn for Sunday's bike ride. However:
The BF: Time to do some climbing on Dry Creek and Santa Rosa Creek roads!
Me: Why, why must you torture me? Why can't we just ...
The BF: Do not even think of trying to seduce me into staying in bed all day.
Me: I was going to say, "Why can't we just go antiquing."
The BF: Right, like this is something you do. Ha ha, you make me laugh.
Last time we were here, around the time of the Amgen TOC, the weather was off, rather chilly and raining. This time, we had super weather. We decided to nix the fun descent of Hwy 46, well, I should say, The BF decided to make our ride harder by doing Santa Rosa Creek (in reverse, and thus, truthfully not as difficult) instead. Above, entering Cayucos, a lovely small beach town and home to the Brown Butter Cookie Company as I learned from a billboard sign on Hwy. 1. Not that The BF allowed me the opportunity to indulge. We did fortify ourselves with a delicious bacon quiche at the local coffee shop, thus, preparing ourselves for the two climbs. We're pretty sure we saw some pros cycling along Hwy 1 but not sure which team.
Mister Boyfriend. No doubt they would have given me a brown butter cookie ....
The BF on a section of Santa Rosa Creek.
Wednesday, August 26, 2015
In a blissful state, in a bed at the Arroyo Grande Best Western, dreaming no doubt of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies and other delectable goodies of the male persuasion, I was rudely awakened at 5:30am with:
The Boyfriend: Time to wake up!
Me: Why. Why must you torture me I said in my best Greta Garbo voice.
The BF: Don't even think of trying to seduce me to remain in bed.
Me: Don't worry about that happening Mister. You're on my shit list.
The BF: You're such a lovely morning person, a delight to be with.
Me: Don't think I don't hear your sarcasm, Mister.
Alas, I rolled out of bed remembering that this Best Western had good coffee in its lobby. In the wee early hours of the morn, still dark, we noticed other cars in the parking lot with bike racks and said hello to cyclists who were here to do the Central Coast Classique, a bike ride, new for us, that tours through San Luis Obispo County along the coast, through vineyards, horse farms, and Lopez Lake.
video of the start. I'm in a green jacket. And we're off.
The BF and I stayed together for the ride, enjoying the scenery and taking in a new ride.
Varian Arabians on Corbett Canyon Road, a series of gentle rolling hills. Omg, those horses were hung and that's all I'm going to say....
The BF. By this time, I had forgiven him for waking me at 5:30am in the morning ...
Just the Stats:
5 hr. 10 min
34 mph on a descent
12.8 avg mph
Monday, August 24, 2015
This blog post is a prologue to a wonderful weekend. Getting together with The Boyfriend the last several months has proved to be problematic. So many things have prevented us from finding time to be together. He was meant to come with Miss P and I to Mt. Shasta but a health issue curtailed his participation. Above, a photo of the best coffee in Cambria, the Cambria Coffee Roasting Company. Already, I jump ahead because we're not in Cambria yet.
Central Coast Classique in Arroyo Grande and a stop over in Cambria for a favorite ride. Here we are in Morro Bay area having a coffee with a sunflower. Again, the sequence of events is out of order and as I care to unfold the story.
Santa Manuela Schoolhouse. I wish I had taken photos of the interior, unbelievable, a schoolhouse from 1901 era. We're here in Arroyo Grande, a lovely city with an adorable downtown. I didn't have my camera to take a photo of the swinging bridge we crossed with the roosters walking in the parking lot. Tomorrow, we do the Central Coast Classique. I can't wait.
Saturday, August 8, 2015
Friday, August 7, 2015
Before heading home, Miss P and I decided to check out Lake Shasta Caverns.
Thursday, August 6, 2015
We awoke to cooler temperatures and cloudy skies (from burning fires in the east and a changing weather pattern). Miss P. figured out a route that would shave some miles off the Mt. Shasta Century to save our legs for climbing Mt. Shasta. She did this last year as well when we did the Fall River Mills century. I've never done a full century, don't really care if I ever do. I'm out there to see the world and have fun with friends, firemen, and anyone else I happen to meet along the way.
The above photo captures some of the first climb we did, about 10 miles or so. It reminded me of Mammoth Lakes in the Eastern Sierras. We encountered a woman with her huskies, training for dog sledding. She also gives massages as we later learned at the lunch stop. Fun and easy descent, actually much of the route had great long descents, the best being Mt. Shasta.
Just the stats:
34 max descent
9.9 avg mph
7 hr. 53 min.
Didn't do 10,500 feet of climbing but somewhere in the ballpark....
Wednesday, August 5, 2015
Ah, what to do, what to do. Last night, Miss P and I came up with a plan for Saturday. We decided to tackle Heart Lake and Castle Lake in the morning and then do the McCloud River Falls trail in the afternoon, all in all, hiking 8.5 miles. Our strategy was to beat the heat.
Burney Falls. Nothing compares. But, we were determined to explore the 4 mile McCloud River Falls trail. As you can see, this is the place to beat the heat. We regretted that we had not brought along our bathing suits. Might I add that I enjoyed looking at the shirtless studly men with rippling abs....I have no shame admitting that I appreciate a well chiseled physique of the male persuasion.....
Tuesday, August 4, 2015
We're going up the country
We're going to some place where we've never been before
We're going to leave the city, got to get away
We're going to Mt. Shasta to play
(lines altered but based upon Going Up the Country by Canned Heat)
Yay, yay, yah, Miss P and I are off on another road trip! The Boyfriend was invited but an illness prevented him from coming along.
We were joined by our favorite friend, Miss Navigator (voice guided GPS navigation from Google). She steered us nicely, avoiding traffic jams and getting us to our destination -- Mt. Shasta Inn and Suites, within walking distance to downtown restaurants and Seven Suns Coffee and Cafe.
Like last year, when Miss P and I went to Fall River Mills, we planned to pack in as much as possible, seeing the sights, doing hikes (great resource), and of course, the Mt. Shasta Century. Miss A. chimed in and suggested a hike to do.
And like last year, we encountered soaring temperatures (my car registered 108 - 113 degrees) and fires to the east of us. We saw smoky skies. After unpacking, we walked around downtown, discovering that it seems to be haven for Grateful Dead types or hippies, crystals, tattoos, and more. The city of Mt. Shasta is in Siskiyou County with its mountain looming above at 14, 179 feet. Much to do in this area. For dinner, we stopped in at Casa Ramos and then turned in for the night. Tomorrow, our first adventure awaits.