The Bearded One’s “I-turned-40-this-year-so-I-got-myself-a-baller-mid-life-crisis-bicycle” arrived this week, and he was ready for some geared escapades on the road after being confined to his singlespeed and fixed gear bikes for almost a year. Read More
Ride-On held our annual party in the wilderness, “Camp-On”, at Point Reyes National Seashore’s Glen Camp. A secluded location in the coastal forest, it requires either a 4.6-mile hike or a 6.3-mile bike ride to access it — both of which are challenging if you’re towing a heavy touring bike with you!
Our intrepid group this year included Bridget, Chava, Daniel, Ellen, Jorge, Jumana, Justin, Kearstin, May, Neil, Nick, Pamela, The Bearded One and myself — and it was the first Camp-On event that journeyed forth without a support vehicle! (Dustin and Kelly were greatly missed and thanks for helping to make the reservation for our spot!) As we sweated away in the summer sun, we biked close to 90-miles round trip. Here are the highlights: Arizmendi for breakfast and eventually rolling out before 11; getting our first two of four flats in Inspiration Point and Sausalito; TBO took the dirt route to Olema and hallucinated due to the heat and a lack of water and food: “I’m seeing phantom hikers on the Bolinas Ridge Trail”; a lovely picnic lunch in Fairfax (and seeing friends Ira and Mel); climbing White’s Hill in the scorching afternoon temperatures afterwards; getting another flat but meeting a cool couple that lives on San Geronimo Valley Drive that lent us a pump (and one guy wrenches for Xtracycle); beer stop in Lagunitas (and May pampered us by putting ice in our water bottles); one crew heading to the camp site with the other shopping in Pt. Reyes Station for groceries; bushwhacking through the steep portion of the trail to Glen Camp with much cursing, brought on by stinging nettles, poison oak and sheer exertion; a delicious taco feast for dinner with many beers, beers and more beers; scrambled eggs and leftovers for breakfast; a tough push-your-bike hike out of Glen Camp but rewarded afterwards with a most excellent descent (whilst dodging horse poop) back to Olema; taking the ferry back to the city from Larkspur with our last round of cold beers.
Here’s to our next Ride-On adventure — where will we end up next?
The Bearded One and I were planning on heading to Santa Cruz yesterday to join a posse of friends for a big mountain biking party, but unfortunately TBO had contracted some mysterious stomach ailment that plagued him during the night. After struggling through hours of nausea and cramps, he managed to feel somewhat human again by the early afternoon. A flat, leisurely ride sounded like the perfect antidote to his malaise, so we scanned a map of the Bay Area for a new destination for the day. TBO had biked to Pioneer several weekends ago and loved the section where he passed through the Sacramento-San Joaquin Delta region, so we set out from the Pittsburg/Bay Point BART station for a one-way trip towards the capital. Read More