When I heard the locals remarking about the weather—sunshine is not normal at 9:15 a.m.—I knew we were in for a splendid day. One reward for arriving well in advance of our planned start time was a warm cinnamon roll at the country market. Other rewards included watching a doe and her fawn wander through town, and one much-beloved dog enjoying his trip on an ATV.
Riding for the third consecutive day (why not?), I soon found myself out in front of the group. We came together again for a lunch break, but my schedule for the day left little room to dawdle. Now and again, there is a story that needs few words. This is one of those.
A field of flowers along the Butano Cut-Off.
Cloverdale Road, from a summit.
Gazos Creek spills into the Pacific Ocean.
The lighthouse at Pigeon Point.
A
route of stunning beauty, just under 50 miles with 3200 feet of climbing.
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