It's not really wildflower season, yet—but a few early poppies had popped near the visitor center.
There was an empty picnic table, under a tree, which seemed like a perfect spot to enjoy my sandwich. Until I realized why it was empty. Under a tree. (Plastered with bird droppings.)I'd framed a good shot of some lupines in my mind's eye on the way up. Not wanting to pause, I tried to commit a few landmarks to memory. Would I find them on my way back down?
I wasn't enthused about the return path our leader had plotted; my ride buddy was game to follow the alternate route I suggested. We weren't with “the group,” anyway; paces vary on climbs (and descents). We finished with 28 miles, 3,500 feet of climbing, and tired legs.
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