Know why - No why!! (part II)

part I - http://larrysorelegs.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-ride.html

This post was going to be an incredibly happy post, but events this past week have tempered it quite a bit. 

First the happy part.  A few weeks ago, my cousin Connie marked her two year anniversary from her last chemotherapy treatment for B-cell lymphoma and remains cancer free.  In 2009 while in for an unrelated surgery it was discovered that she had Stage 4 B-cell lymphoma.  As much of the cancer as possible was removed surgically at that time.  After confirmation she quickly went on R-CHOP, rituxan plus chemotherapy.  Obviously she responded well to the therapy for now it has been two years!!!  Woo Hoo!! 

Connie is nearly a big sister to me.   I realize now that my youth was extremely charmed.  Our extended family remained fairly close, in part to the fact that at one point or another we all lived in the same building.  My parents owned a three unit apartment building in Auburn, Maine where our family lived on the top floor.  For the longest time, my Pepere and Memere lived in the middle.  The bottom floor was occupied by mon Oncle Bob and Tante Pauline and my cousins.  Connie was the eldest.  After they moved my mon Oncle Gary and Aunt Kathy moved in.  I think nearly everyone on my father's side, at one time or another, lived in the apartment building.  It's charmed in that it helped to keep the family more closely connected.  Hence, I think of Connie as nearly a sister.  Connie has one of the most kind and gentle hearts there is (Trevor is another).  Everyone else, including me, are simply mean SOBs compared to those two.  She always has a smile and always non-judgmental.  There are so many times I've stopped myself and asked 'what would Connie do?' to help make my decision. 

I'm beyond happy that she has remained cancer free.

Jackie

Yet this week I learn that yet another cousin, Jackie, is stricken with cancer (Hepatocellular cancer, i.e. liver).  Jackie holds an extremely rarefied place in my memory.  I so wanted to be like her as a kid and still do.  As a kid, I remember her being FEARLESS and that is what I wanted to be.  I hadn't seen her in years but I got to see her last year at my Dad's 70th and it made my year.   Forgive me if my tone is poor or my sadness is coming through.  This sucks...cancer sucks!!  I wish I could be there to give her a big old hug. 



I ride for Connie...

I ride for Jackie...

I ride for you...

I ride for me...

Please click on through and donate as little or as much as you would like.  Every little bit helps, even $1.00.  With checks in hand and employer matching I'm almost at the $4,000.00 raised mark.  Merci, but send some warm thoughts my cousin Jackie's way first.
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Holy Headwinds Tomales!!!

The group of us in Tomales!

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The email from Alex arrived mid-day last Friday.  It was the route sheet for the following day's ALC training ride that I was helping to co-lead.  I looked at the route, lifted my head and I looked out the window.  I see trees, I see trees that a billowing.  I look back at the route; COUNTER CLOCKWISE to Tomales!!!  I start felling a sense of panic overcome me, COUNTER CLOCKWISE.  You see I've done this ride, or very nearly this ride, a few times.  It is absolutely gorgeous, but after the first two times doing it counter clockwise, people would tell us/me that we were 'idiotic' for doing it in that direction.  The reason we were called idiotic is the WIND goes WEST to EAST or NW2SE!!  It is the reason (at least in my mind) why ALC goes from SF2LA and not LA2SF.  After getting home from work and a glass or two of wine, I was calmer.  The wind wouldn't be bad two days in a row, could it?

I detect a hint of a smile underneath that grimace.

Alarm goes off at 4 am, I like to ease into the day.  Before I roll out of bed, what do I hear?  the WIND.  Wind at 4 o'clock in the afternoon in SF, no big deal, that is to be expected.  Strong wind at 4 am just means trouble.   I get up, put all my stuff together and check the weather on-line.  Current wind gusts are 27 mph.  Big frown crosses my face, I resign myself to the fact that for a good chunk of the ride I'll be lucky if I travel more then 8 mph on flat land.  The section from Petaluma to Tomales Bay is going to be brutal!!

and it was!!!  enough said....still a fun ride though!




{this post originally appeared at larrysorelegs.blogspot.com}

Growling like a Grizzly Bear

View West towards San Francisco from the top of an early morning Skyline.  Bay Bridge, Treasure Island, SF, Alcatraz, and the Golden Gate Bridge can be seen.

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Unfortunately I didn’t get the opportunity to go for a ride this past Saturday as I had pressing work to attend to.  I didn’t mind all that much since I knew Sunday I would be riding in one of my favorite century rides by far, the Grizzly Peak Century.  I was fortunate enough to get a transferred registration from Kevin H.  Thanks!!

Climbing Grizzly in the early morning shaded sun.

I was up before dawn to get all my ‘stuff’ together for the day.  I put the bike on the rack and drove out to Moraga CA where the Grizzly starts from.  I loved the fact that since I was holding a transferred registration my line was absolutely empty.  I could walk right up and be done.  At 7 am I took a ride through the parking lots looking to see if I could find any more TNT riders as I saw Jerry and John in line at the registration table.  Seeing none I headed out and started the route shortly after 7 am.  The first few miles were cold.  My fingers started to get numb and I regretted not bringing my full fingers.  They didn’t stay numb long.  Once we began climbing towards Grizzly Peak we hit some sun.  

It was after the first rest stop when I ran into John Buckley and noticed he had the same Death Valley jersey on.  It was a few miles later he caught up to me and we started talking about our experiences there.  After a few minutes, he dropped back and I continued on my merry way as I was felling pretty strong.

 Not all century riding is through gorgeous green valleys and flowering mountain tops.  The Grizzly has us riding smack dab through and oil refinery in Port Costa.

After Port Costa, one of the major climbs of the day is immediately after the rest stop, McEwen.  It isn’t the longest but surely is the biggest gradient.  Towards the bottom of the hill there are signs every few yards. There were three in succession at a very steep part of the hill that said something like ‘you may have noticed you’ve come to a crawl…one should not fear…unless one doesn’t have a granny gear’.  Further towards the top of the climb there is ‘you’ve made it to the top…but don’t put on airs…for in a few miles…you’ll face the BEARS’. Alluding to a series of three significant climbs; Papa, Momma, and Baby Bear. 

 Cresting McEwen

For the middle few rest stops I seemed to leap frog with Jerry from TNT for a few hours.  I would catch up, move ahead a bit, and end up taking a little extra time at the rest stops.  The fruit was fantastic; strawberries, pineapple, melon!!  And this century has a lot of riders.  It is a very social century.  It wasn’t until after the Wayside Rest Stop (mile 77.6) that the number of riders ahead and behind started to become sparse.  Up until this point there were always riders ahead and behind that I could see.  Not now, it seemed at times that I was riding this route all alone.  Also it wasn’t until after Wayside that I slowed my pace considerably.  I was getting kind of tired.  There were still many big climbs ahead, Redwood up to Skyline, Skyline, Walnut, Redwood, and Pinehurst.  The second Redwood climb is a long slow slog.  It doesn’t look that hard on the elevation chart but it came at mile 95.  

Unhappily I report that my hot foot has made a re-appearance.  It hasn’t bothered me in quite some time and hope that it is not a foreshadowing.  I pulled into the finish shortly after 4 pm for a total riding time of approximately nine hours.  Felt good for 109 miles, but realize I still have a lot of training to do to be ready for the Death Ride.

I ride...

{this post originally appeared on larrysorelegs.blogspot.com}

Part I— Why I’m riding to raise money for the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society

 Mom and Dan on the camp porch

Even though the dimensions of my heartfelt pain have lessened over the years, the impact of the loss of my mother remains infinite.  That pain will forever remain deep whenever thoughts wander her way.

Mom, Dad, and Cathy

There are some memories of her lasting impression which simply remain lodged in one’s brain no matter how trivial they now appear.  At the age of four maybe five tops, I remember being traumatized after some family event from which I was completely exhausted.  Throughout the day, I’m certain family conversation turned towards dieting of some sort, as general conversations often go.  And on this day, I explicitly remember my mother telling my sister and me that she would be joining Weight Watchers and that she was going to try to slim down.  Not certain at this time whether it was exhaustion or the tender age of four, I completely lost it.  I remember running up to her crying, top of my head to her belly button, throwing my arms around her, and telling her I’d have nothing to do with it, didn’t want her to lose the weight, I didn’t want her to change and she shouldn’t want to either. I truly loved her just the way she was.   

Looking back these 35 plus years later (gasp for both time that has passed and my age now), the event seemed inconsequential. It shouldn’t have registered in such a prominent place in my memory.  Yet it does.   

Fifty-three years of age is young. 

Mom (circa 1952)

There are so many memories of spending summers at camp.  I remember watching many sunsets from our favorite spot of all, the porch swing.  Often times, it was after my back had sunburned (don’t judge it was a time when baby oil was considered suntan lotion). She would patiently peel off the blistering skin, a tender moment in my childhood which seems like a lifetime ago. I remember being shewed out the door to play in the yard as she watched her Soaps.  To this day whenever I hear the theme from the ‘Young & Restless’, I’m brought back to the sand-pile just outside and the matchbox cars I played with there. I cherish the memories of Sunday mornings spent at the tiny church near camp, and not just because we got to go for ice cream after every mass.  I remember the pennies from heaven, which would liter the floor for my sister, my cousins, and my friends to find after the adults played a night of poker.  I remember hating thunderstorms as they raced across the lake towards us; but loving, after the storm had passed, that she then encouraged us to go outside, to run and slide in the puddles, and then to jump in the lake to clean off.

I remember being in bed and rocking back and forth muttering under my breath that I hate you, I hate you, I hate you; whenever she “sinned” by putting me down for a nap.  I remember the hideous plaid pants she made me wear to Merrill Hill School in the first and second grade; yet I really love plaid today.  I remember her (& my father) torturing me by bringing me to the Auburn Fire Department's Minot Avenue Station when I was little because they thought it would help me overcome my incredible fear of fire trucks, especially the sirens.  It didn't.  I remember her slipping down the back stairs to the backyard, in order to fulfill my request to have my wagon there. I remember waking on Sunday mornings, my sister and I running into our parent’s room; we would wrestle and tickle them awake.

Zoanne, Mom, and Carol

I remember mom covering for me when I used an SOS pad to clean the family car. I just wanted to get it cleaner and didn’t realize it would also scratch the paint.  I also remember her covering for me when I would swipe quarters to go play Asteroid at the Big S with John T.  I remember what she told me when I asked, ‘where do babies come from?’  I remember the sunny afternoon she said that she was pregnant with what would be my baby brother, the one I had prayed for such a long time.  It was many years ago, but I remember……….

Me, Mom, Dan, and Cathy

Fifty-three years of age is young.  I remember…

I remember the time she announced that she had cancer.

I remember the chemotherapy treatments. 

I remember the loss of her hair, the nausea and this sickness she endured. 

I remember being at home the last few days of her life. 

I remember her wasting away and watching the mother I love become so frail. 

I remember joking with her about that time she came home to let us know she was joining Weight Watchers, and my refusal to allow her to change.  Damn you weight watchers. 

Mom holding Aimee

I remember her wish of wanting to survive till my brother graduated high school; she never did. 

I remember her request that I look out for him and my dad after she was gone. 

I remember the exact time she was last conscious enough to communicate. 

Tante Nancy had just arrived for a visit.  Before leaving to go check on my sister’s cat and leaving her and Nancy alone to visit, I bent down to kiss her and give her a big hug.  I remember the tears in her eyes.  It was a Wednesday evening; she passed early Saturday.

Fifty-three years of age is way too young to die.  I remember….

That was my mother’s age when she finally succumbed to the effects of chemotherapy for the treatment of Multiple Myeloma. 

Mom, Dad, and Elvis

She departed this world, this realm, in May of 1994, just a few weeks before I graduated from college.  My younger brother was a sophomore in high school while my older sister had yet to be blessed with her awesome daughter, what would have been my mother’s first grandchild, who carries her name Samantha Claire.  My father was not yet retired and still working at Bath Iron Works.  The porch at camp still had screens, not the fancy windows of today, nor the concrete foundation.  She did however get to meet Trevor.  I did get the opportunity to ‘come out’ to her, although one of her first questions at the time was, did Trevor turn you gay,’ and my response was, no mom he didn’t.  She never had the pleasure of meeting my Sister-in-law, and will never get to meet my brother’s baby L’Italien, who will soon join us.  I can go on and on and on.  There is so much she has missed; and there is so much we have missed.

I ride for her. 

I ride for those who are suffering and will suffer from cancer. 

I ride for a cure. 

I ride for all those who will someday face the need to remember.

I ride for you.

I ride for me.

I ride…I ask for your support
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Donor Incentives!!!!

{originally posted at larrysorelegs.blogspot.com}

As promised, below are the donor incentives I've come up with for your donations to my Leukemia and Lymphoma Death Ride fundraiser.  Not only will I pedal for you, I will also cook for you...stop that snickering.  Gone is the $1,000.00 donor incentive of me riding the 129 miles in drag, but rather yummies for your tummy.

Any donation no matter how large or how small will have my sincere appreciation and gratitude.  You’ll also get a picture of yours truly from atop the very last mountain pass.  It will be signed with love.

large vat of awesomeness

$75.00 donation: one container of homemade spaghetti sauce (mom’s recipe), must be local as not shipping overnight.  We can probably arrange something if you are located back east in Maine.  This way you can have your very own sauce-on-bread for breakfast, lunch, and supper.

$125.00 donation:  your choices of homemade peanut butter fudge or whoopee pies (gluten-free optional).   The fudge will be made with the real Fluff and not that jet-puffed crap I can only get out here.  You decide whether you trust me to make them or have my father make them. If I am not able to deliver personally, I will ship treat on ice pack, via USPS (if it fits it ships).

Gluten-free whoopee pie

$200.00 donation: Both peanut butter fudge and whoopie pies.

Peanut butter fudge and whoopee pies will arrive near the holidays to avoid the summer heat.

the change bucket is here.

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Coleman Valley!!!

I have a few more roads to add to my FAVORITE's list after today!!!!

Yesterday's Team-in-Training ride (April 23, 2011) had me traversing roads that I have never ridden before.  There are so many good riding roads in Marin that I usually just start my ride from home and not drive to a start location.  By not driving, I save gas, but it limits my northward riding distance to Tomales and back, which is 120 miles round trip.  Today I drove to the Cheese Factory and then started riding with TNT.  This allowed me to venture further north on roads not previously traveled.

Bay Hill Road, just outside of Bodega is phenomenal!

Leaving the Cheese Factory shortly after 8 am, we traveled familiar roads: Hicks Valley, Wilson Hill (the short but STEEP direction) and Chileno Valley Road to Tomales.  This early in the morning there were no headwinds to speak of and the pace-lining got us through pretty quick.  After a very brief stop in Tomales, I took off with a smaller group so that I could go at my own pace and not feel as if I had to 'keep' up.  Not that I couldn't keep up, but if I was not having a good day I didn't want the added stress of not being able to keep the pace.  Besides, I like to stop and take pictures and let the surroundings settle in.  Often the views are more breathtaking then the riding and the smells can be just as breathtaking.  I'm talking the eucalyptus trees and not the manure.

 

On Dillon Beach Road, can you spot the black sheep of the family?

After the stop in Tomales, we headed north on Dillon Beach road.  My friend Joseph, has always wanted to get me to ride this road to Dillon Beach and now I can see why.  Some nice rollers with green hills and sheep galore. 

View from Vally Ford Franklin School Road towards Tomales Bay

From Valley Ford we headed Northwest on Highway One towards Bodega and my new favorite road, Bay Hill Road.  Such a narrow, eucalyptus lined, almost path.  I loved it!!  

Catching up with TNT group 2 riders on Bay Hill Road

I am extremely thankful that our small group caught up with a few riders ahead of us.  I was following Lisa G and another just outside of Bodega where we made a right onto Coleman Valley Road.  I surely would have missed this road had I not been following.  Similar to Bay Hill, it is a narrow winding road that is unmarked and could be easily missed.  However that is the only thing that could be easily missed.  Coleman Valley was our main climb of the day, and a climb it is.  I figure there is a good mile, mile and a half, of 12%+ grade and numerous cattle grates too. 

The view from Ocean Song, the top of Coleman Valley Road

The descent into Occidental was nice, again not for the speeds or bumpy road, but more because it was wooded and narrow.  Joy road was a joy.

SAG support at last rest stop at mile 62 on Whitaker Bluff

The last leg of the day brought us back near Tomales, where we took Fallon-Two Rock Road to Alexander to Tomales-Petaluma Road back to Chileno Valley Road.  On Chileno we slowed the pace a bit as we were getting tired and wanted to save a little something for the last climb of the day, Wilson Hill before getting back to the Cheese Factory.

Kyle cresting Wilson's with John G in background

John G and Jerry after Wilson Hill and mile 80-ish

All-in-all it was an awesome training ride.  Once again tired and sore after 85 miles and 7500 feet, but not cramped nor dehydrated.  Plus I now have a few more favorite roads to add to my list!!

Tomales!!

Somewhere on Highway One near between Marshall and Hamlet

Last Saturday (April, 16, 2011) Joseph was leading a Different Spokes ride from SF to Tomales and back (120 miles).  I decided to do this ride because Will, a friend from work, was interested in meeting us in Fairfax and riding the best 70 miles with us.  The 20+ miles to Fairfax are usually pretty mundane and tedious; when did crossing the Golden Gate get tedious? 

I broke out the camel pack and cleaned it as I said I would do after the Mt. Diablo ride.  After a hellish finish on Diablo, my goal was slow and steady, 120 miles is a long way and a long day. 

Will and Joseph, I made them stop so I could get pictures of those pretty yellow flowers

From Fairfax, Joseph took us on a clockwise route through Samuel Taylor State Park, Olema, Point Reyes Station, Marshall, Hamlet, to lunch in Tomales!!  Last time Joseph and I rode this ride we took the counter-clockwise route and that was just dumb.  We had encountered not only fierce headwinds on Chileno Valley Road but also coming out of Tomales to the coast.  Coming out of Tomales last year must have been the worse headwinds I've ever encountered.  Even worse than the 2009 Tierra Bella headwinds in Gilroy.

In Tomales, we ran into a small group of AIDs/Lifecycle riders lunching. 

After Tomales, we continued in the clockwise direction to traverse Chileno Valley Road.  As we suspected we had some awesome tailwinds pushing us southwest.  Those poor riders heading in the other direction.  After Chileno Valley it was up and over Wilson Hill to the Cheese Factory and eventually to Fairfax and back home.  Arrived home around 5:30 pm, tired, but no cramps and plenty hydrated.  A very successful training ride that was a ton of fun too. 

A foggy Tomales Bay

Hellish Mount Diablo + Morgan Territory

So this ride hurt, two days out and my legs are still sore.  I even asked 'why' and 'what did I get myself into', but there is a saying Team-in-Training uses which is 'No Why'.  I'm now familiar as to why 'No Why'.

The ride start was at Osage Park in Danville at 8 am.  I had planned to take BART to Walnut Creek and ride to the start but when I went to leave I found a flat front tire which needed changing.  I had replaced both my front and back tires the evening before and I made the rookie mistake of getting my tube caught between the rim and the tire.  Luckily the flat was a blessing in disguise because the additional twenty miles would have pushed me over the edge.

Climbing Mount Diablo in the early morning.

The ride was a nice 68 miles with 7000 feet of ascent.  The climb up Diablo felt great, nice and strong.  The descent was cold and slow.  After the major climb we headed north to Walnut Creek and then east to get to the Morgan Territory.  Morgan Territory is a narrow road that ascends through beautiful woods for 2000 feet.  It was here the challenge really set in.  Half way up the climb I could feel my legs start to cramp.  As usual I slowed my pace and started to drink even more.  By the top I was pretty beat. 

Top of Diablo

The descent is one of the best in the area.  A generally long slope with few sharp corners.  Yet after the descent the ride turned north and west the headwinds appeared.  I tried my best to stay with the group in a pace line to help buffer the headwind, but my legs were quickly turning to Jello.  About 8-miles out from the finish I decided to drop of the back and give my legs a bit of rest at a slower pace.  I'm sure they are thanking me. 

I've decided that I need to break out my camel-pack.  I find that even though I've been staying pretty hydrated, I stay more hydrated with the pack.  Besides, I've been told that on the Death Ride temperatures can get in the nineties, which is usually my limit.  I generally do not ride with those types of temps.  Hence, I'll need the pack for more hydration. 

TNT's Page Mill/Old La Honda

 TNT Death Ride Riders before departing.

This weekends training brought me to familiar territory down on the Peninsula.  I have often ridden these roads after work or on the weekends.  I used to go in to work start an experiment and then head off for a ride in the nearby hills only to return to finish the experiment after the ride.  I vividly recall one of my very first rides after I bought my first bike in fifteen years, or so.  I had no idea of what the local terrain was like and looked at a map and sketched out a ride of approximately 18 miles round trip from work.  I was thinking an hour, maybe and hour and a half tops.  On the 2-D map, highway 84 looked flat…I was gasping for breath before I ever reached the half way mark.  I know I was taught to read a topography map in school, but at the time I had totally lost that skill.

Saturday’s ride was my first ride joining a very friendly group of Team-in-Training Death Ride Riders for a fully supported training ride.  Unlike ALC, or other century ride training, the route was less about total distance and more about total climbing.  We started at 8:00 am sharp with a verbal descending clinic followed with a ride out towards Palo Alto and Page Mill Road.  Page Mill is a significant climb totaling an approximate 2,000 feet over 8 miles.   A rest stop waited at the top.  If I wasn’t chatting with random riders on the way up, I was signing Eminem in my head.

and because Eminem isn't the best music to get one up a hill, this soon replaced his music. 

 Jeff and Mark cresting Old La Honda

From the top of Page Mill it was a 7 mile jaunt along skyline with all the speeding cars and motorcycles to Alice’s Restaurant and Highway 84.  We descended Hwy 84 to Portola and over to Sand Hill to reach the next major climb of the day, Old La Honda.  Old La Honda is a benchmark climb in the bay area.  It is said that speed skater Eric Heiden holds the speed record of 14 minutes 10 seconds.  Unfortunately my fastest time up OLH is only 25 minutes.  I did not do it in 25 minutes today.  After the OLH climb we continued north on Skyline to get to King’s Mountain Road.  Usually I head south from King’s Mountain Road on Skyline and never remember that it is actually a pretty significant climb heading north (~800 feet).  I kept say the top was just around the next bend.  Can you say ‘cry wolf’.  As much as I enjoy the climbs, I dislike the descents.  I hate switchback descents.  The descent down King’s was cold and slow but we eventually made it back to Canada and the parked car.  

 Corinne, my TNT mentor, cresting Old La Honda with a smile

It was a beautiful day to ride.  Many thanks go out to Jeff, John G, Mark, John B, Alissa, and Jerry for being such great riding company.  Thanks also to Kevin for ride support, as well as all those peopling the rest stops.  Those potatoes and salt hit the spot on top of Skyline.

Marshall's 104

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Some days I feel like a turkey too, but not today 

(Just before the Marshall Wall climb).

This past week I had the luxury of deciding what weekend ride I wanted to do this weekend.  I could chose from TNT’s ‘Buddy’ Ride starting in Marin and probably would have included some variation of Alpine Dam/Mt. Tam, Chris’s Mountain View 70-miler, Joseph’s 100+ Marshall’s Wall, a few other organized rides, or strike out on my own.  It had been so long since I had ridden with Joseph that I opted to head for Marshall.

 Saint Helen's in Marshall, CA

Ride-out was at 7:30 am sharp from Peet’s coffee in the Castro.  In fact Joseph was just leaving when he saw me approach from down the street.  I must not be so tardy in the morning.  The route was the usual route to Fairfax which is two hours plus/minus a minute; god those stop signs get old.  We had traversed the eastern walkway of the Golden Gate Bridge as we had heard the staging had gone up on the western side and that the North Parking Lot was all torn up.  We only had to dodge one large group of Japanese tourists and a few hot runners.  It isn’t till we hit White’s Hill that the ride starts to become really enjoyable.  The sun was out, the temperature was warmer than expected, and some orange poppies were blooming.  We pushed a steady but moderate pace up White’s, up Nicasio, and up Alp du Fromage, arriving at the Cheese Factory near 11 am in good time.  The objective of the day was all about moderation, budgeting, and pacing myself so that I wouldn’t have a repeat of last weeks cramping.   

A semi-large group of Marin Cyclist that arrived at the Cheese Factory shortly after we did.

From the Cheese Factory we headed east to Hick’s Valley Road and then north through a gorgeous green valley.  It was here that Joseph gave a tutorial of serpentinite, a green and scaly metamorphic rock that has huge formation throughout California.  They run in bands and can be seen from satellite photos.  This next stretch of road is really what today’s ride was all about.  It was about taking our time rolling through these valleys enjoying the views and enjoying the nice long climb up Marshall’s Wall (~550 feet).    

 Joseph climbing the Wall.

 Joseph refueling at the top.

 View Northwest from the Wall looking towards Tomales Bay.

After riding the wall, we headed south towards Point Reyes for lunch at Whale of a Deli.  I’m sure they weren’t the best pork tacos I’ve ever had, but they definitely tasted like they were after 60+ miles and numerous climbs.  After lunch brought Olema Hill, the backsides of White’s and Camino Alto, and lastly Sausalito back into the city.  I was worried that we wouldn’t beat the rain, but we did.  We were home, shortly after 5 pm.  Tired and sore but not cramped.  Successful day of pacing and budgeting.

 Sneakers atop Marshall's Wall.  

Just to the right of the post in the far off distance, 

Mt. Tam is observed and just past that would lie the city.

A long beautiful day of riding in some of the best Marin has to offer.
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