Most Pleasant

A little mid-week jaunt, with our small group gathering for coffee before heading back. A few stronger riders detoured for an extra steep climb [in both senses, that] along the way.

As always, it seems, I brought up the rear. The other riders were good about regrouping, and sent me off the front for the descent of Mt. Hamilton Road. Trailing me, they likely didn't catch sight of the pair of fawns that crossed in front of me. There was no sign of mom, so I suppose they were old enough to be on their own—but they still had their spots.

A most pleasant ride through summer's golden hills: 30 miles with 1,160 feet of climbing.