I was definitely a tortoise climbing hills today with fellow club cyclists as we meandered up Mt. Ham, stopping off at Grant Ranch, something I've never done. Naturally, I met a good looking fella, a cyclist with a thick Scottish accent who helped me park my bike correctly in the bike stand by the restroom. Sometimes, it pays to be a bit daft....
In my overly imaginative mind, I was forced to walk the plank. Why, well ... wait for it.
Step through the gate to see ....
From the lawn, I zoomed in to capture the observatory.