The Boyfriend and I were determined to do a favorite club ride of ours, a climb I actually like -- Fremont Peak State Park in San Juan Batista. A climb of 3,169 feet over 11 miles. We left San Jose with blue skies. As I drove us through Morgan Hill and garlicky Gilroy (seriously you could smell the garlic) on Hwy 101, the sky turned dark, threatening rain at any minute. Well, The BF, asleep in the car, missed all the drama. We hit dense fog approaching our destination. We contemplated abandoning the ride. And then all was swell again as we started the ride with 5 other club members. The sun started to shine through the clouds. 5 miles into the ride, we hit dripping fog again.
The BF and the others had long left me in the clouds.
Wednesday, October 12, 2016
So, I said to The Boyfriend, "Listen Mister, if we have to drive in separate cars to Napa Valley for a mini vacation, then you better make it worth my time." I like to keep him on his toes. After smooth sailing on Hwy 680 (well, some drivers irritated me to no end), we met at the Wine Valley Lodge, one of the few remaining affordable places in Napa. The sun was hot, the day warm.
The BF swept me away, well actually I drove us to St. Helena to see a movie at the Cameo Theatre.
The BF is passing.
Monday, October 10, 2016
Well, yeah, there I am in the background, looking like I'm taking an oath, something like, I swear to place last for the Low Key Hillclimb Highway 9 challenge. Can I just say right now, these women were not only super sweet, but, they rocked out there on the climb.