After a hearty breakfast with about three time the calories I usually consume, it was time to pack up our gear and head down to Dog Beach for the ceremonial tire dip into the Pacific. It is aptly called Dog Beach as it is an off leash beach specifically for dogs and their human companions. I managed more than a tire dip with an incoming wave providing a free wash of the sand from my cycling shoes. While I truly like free things, upon sombre reflection, I could have done without this one. Pictures were taken a toast made and we were off to Alpine California, 45 miles away and 2000 feet up. Add to that 2000 feet the normal hills along the way and there was between 3200 or more feet of actual climb today.
The 13 riders stayed mostly together with the hills spreading us out quite a bit. Given my recent history I decided to obey my cardiologist’s advise and NOT try to be the first one up the hill. At least that is my story and I will swear by it. The route saved the best climb for last with a nice five or six mile long hill that I was sure would eventually end at the Pearly Gates but only made it as far as Alpine, CA.
The tribe is mostly gathered with only Cammie, our sweep today and Marianna on her recumbant bike to still come in. Bill and Barb are tag teaming dinner and snacks are already on the table. I should sleep well tonight.
Nice camp sites.
Did your shoes dry?
Love the check ins.