Lunch Run

Thinking about a couple of errands I needed to run today, I hatched a plan: go by bike, and pick up a sandwich for lunch!

As I pondered the route, I realized that heading out on the local (mixed use) trail was not only the most scenic route, it was also the best route. It's a popular (and too populated) trail, normally, but maybe not so bad on a weekday? [Haha.]

Well, at least it was less crowded than usual.

Going by bike was also a big win, traffic-wise: road construction has been clogging a local thoroughfare for months (and, months to come). Eight miles, a measly 180 feet of climbing, and a nice lunch to enjoy in my garden. Working from home has its perks.

Hamilton in Recovery

The summit teases: so close, yet still far away.

Feeling strong, I was determined to make good time on my way up the hill. No lolly-gagging for me today.

I tried to commit a few photo-worthy sites to memory, scenes to capture on the way down.

Some trees survived the inferno. Some did not. The slopes seem so barren, now.

The usual 39 miles and 4,940 feet of climbing for the day, though I will say that the uphill stretches on the way down feel less bothersome these days. Gusty winds encouraged me not to loiter at the top and to be prudent in my descent.

It will take time, but the landscape will heal. It will be different, that's all.

Right Place, Right Tom

A lucky day for another trip up Bernal—just in time to admire a couple of wild toms strutting their stuff.

As we continued with the rest of our route, well behind the rest of our group, we found ourselves mixing it up with Too. Much. Traffic. Too Much Fast-Moving Traffic.

I wanted to do this ride today because I expected we'd find the peak of spring wildflowers along the route. (And, we did.)

The wildlife was a bonus. The deer weren't much troubled by my presence.

We were relieved that the forecasted headwind was not as fierce as predicted. A field full of poppies stopped us in our tracks; evidently this was the first time we have taken the trail at this time of year. Now, we know.

I managed to achieve new personal best times on both the Bernal and Bailey climbs today! My after-work ride routine is paying off (last week, more than 137 miles). With today's 41 miles (and 1,500 feet of climbing), I closed out this week with more than 142 miles. Training works.

Bernal Beckons

It was too beautiful a day not to ride. I hopped on my bike in the afternoon and pedaled in search of poppies in their prime. I knew I could find some at the base of Bernal, but along the way I found a better patch.

Along the way I pondered whether to climb Bernal. [Or, not.]

My legs complained as I climbed Shannon. Yesterday's ride wasn't hard, but evidently it was hard enough.

Pretty patch of poppies found, I could have turned around. [Of course not.]

Go the distance, I told myself. [To the base of Bernal.]

There, came the moment of reckoning. How silly, not to go up the hill. It's not that far, I told myself.

I can take it easy, I told myself.

April ascent of Bernal, done: 29 miles, 1,280 feet of climbing. And, oddly enough, a new personal best time for the climb (by a whopping 44 seconds?!). [So much for tired legs.]

High Land

The restorative beauty of wild lands is one of the great treasures of our region. These deep, tree-studded canyons are not in the foothills of the Sierra mountains—they're basically in San José's backyard.

With the promise that today would be one of our first “warm enough” days, my ride buddy agreed to ride through some redwoods.

Warm enough not to shiver in the shade. Cool enough not to siphon off too many vehicles desperate to escape the traffic jam they create on the way to the coast.

The rutted sections of Highland Way are worse than I've ever seen. As in, several places where you need to hunt for strips of pavement between gaping holes. Outbound, I committed a few particularly gnarly spots to memory for a safe return trip. Not surprisingly, the worst stretches are under the trees (which compounds the challenge of seeing them).

The Soquel Demonstration Forest was a particular draw today—busier than I have ever seen it, vehicles lining the road well past the trailhead. Those trails would be far too busy to enjoy them.

No problem for us; we stayed on the “road” and managed to cover 31 miles with 2,480 feet of climbing.

Marching Up Bernal

March will soon be a memory, but I had not yet checked my monthly box for climbing Bernal. In no particular hurry, I opted for the hilly route. After yesterday's ride, my legs burned. [What was I thinking?!]

An afternoon start meant there were few cyclists out and about. I waved at neighbors relaxing in their front yards, watching the world pass by.

After the first bend, I realized that I would have had a clear view of the snow-capped peaks across the valley if only I had walked a little ways up the hill two weeks ago. [Live and learn.]

No records set today, a leisurely 30 miles and 1,280 feet of climbing.

So Much Green

As I started my ride the tune looping in my head was Blue Tango, which had popped up on the radio as I drove to our meeting point. But once the rolling hills along Calaveras Road came into view, my internal soundtrack flipped to something decidedly more prosaic.

Green Acres is the place to be ...

This is a very popular cycling route—a route where you can count on seeing more bicycles than cars. Today drew out even more cyclists than usual, likely with a common inspiration: Catch the peak of green-ness here; there will be no more rain this season, and warmer temperatures will quickly fade the grasses.

As I passed one of the small groups clustered above the top of The Wall, one guy called out “Well, hello there!” in a tone of voice you might expect to be followed by “Come here often?” I have no idea what that was about; a femme fatale, I am not. [Made me laugh, though.]

I was surprised to see the aftermath of last year's fire; I had forgotten that some of this area had been affected. My heart sank when I saw that one photogenic spot, where I have often stopped, had burned.

When we reached the Sunol Regional Wilderness Preserve, the parking lots were already full. But on a bicycle? No problem, the ranger blocking the entrance just waved.

I picked up a trail map at the visitor center (I should come back here for a hike, sometime). We also scored brightly-colored bandanas, featuring the native flora and fauna, courtesy of the East Bay Regional Park District. Truly a memento of this time, the artist worked images of face masks into the design.

Our timing was spot-on: While we were there, they'd re-opened vehicle access. The line of cars stretched ... a long, long way. The fee-free access period is about to end (though, the pandemic is not); it will be interesting to see how popular the parks remain in the weeks ahead.

On the way back, I noticed a small roadside memorial ... next to a gap in the barbed-wire fence.

30 miles and 2,720 feet of climbing felt just right, today. I shared photos with some colleagues (trying to encourage more of them to get out and explore). One of them exclaimed “I didn't know there was that much green in the entire Bay Area!”

Land spreadin' out so far and wide ...