We got our share of gloomy clouds, but no rain. We need rain.
The Lexington Reservoir has fallen to 31% of its capacity. A great egret and great blue heron joined a crowd of ducks foraging in the shallows. The retreating water leaves puddles in the mud.
Climbing through the redwoods, five deer boldly watched me from the side of the road. When I made eye contact, they turned tail and fled into the forest.
No matter how familiar the route, I always notice something new. Broken glass, remnants of flares, and melted pavement where some car recently crashed on Old Santa Cruz Highway. Power lines attached to a conveniently-situated tree. Dual-purpose bike racks. [Hipster mountain bikers.]
Landslides continue to exact their toll on the mountain roads. It took
years to repair one section of Highland Way; the guardrail has already been mostly ripped away. In places, the pavement is broken into pieces that fit together like a crude jigsaw puzzle. The combined weight of me and my bicycle is enough to rattle the loose pieces as I ride over them; imagine the effect of the SUVs and trucks that frequent these roads. [Trust me, I'm lighter.]
The jackrabbits in the group headed down to the coast. I was content to admire Monterey Bay from the ridge.
Forty-three miles, 3,895 feet of climbing. It was nice to come home to a hot bowl of soup.
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PBRs are for high-school students with fake IDs, not hipsters. The fixie-riding, moussed-hair class is onto IPAs and black lagers at the moment, meaning that the Belgian whites and hefeweisen I most prefer are in shorter supply. I know, I'll move to Germany until the beer situation sorts itself out.
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DeleteTain't the kind of hipsterdom we have in SOMA or MissionSF, where we favor bars with names like Toaster and Broom that currently feature kale-laden mac-and-cheese along with the black lagers.
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