So many memories light up on this climb. Low-Key Hillclimbs. Capturing a great photo of a club member who is no longer with us. Racing it. Watching the pros race it. Seeing a brand-new calf.
It's been several years since I last tackled this hill. I stopped, once, to ease my suffering (translation: get my heart rate to drop a few notches). Only four hardy souls joined me, today. We chatted a bit with a ranger stationed in the tiny parking lot at the summit—that's something new (and unusual).
The winding descent down the backside affords a view of the Calaveras Reservoir. There was still some water there. (Some.)
To report that I climbed 2,115 feet over 17 miles doesn't really capture the nature of biking up Sierra Road. Nearly all of that ascent is in a single stretch, less than four miles long.
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