Cookie Monsters

Cookies? Did you say, cookies?

But first, some cycling. One must earn those cookies. (By riding uphill, of course.)

We started with a brief foray up a dead-end road I think I've visited only once before, waving to some familiar faces (club members) working in their yard, before continuing to the summit of Sierra Road. (The “easy” way—up the backside.)

The point of our little cookie party today was to recruit more volunteers for our club's upcoming big event. As it turned out, the crowd was mostly members who had already signed up—in some cases, for more than one role.

After 19 miles with a tough 2,700 feet of climbing (and a sandwich), I did my best to shrink the supply of cookies. (And brownie bites.)