
| Appropriately, started at the gate with two mountain bikers. Good folks. The history here reminded me of the days 10-year-old yours truly would ride his Stingray on the fire trails in the Oakland Hills, several years before the grand race here. This is my new favorite spot. I was interested to see the lone pine at the top, the rock walls running the ridgeline, and enjoyed standing on the summit rock to take in 360 degrees of beauty. |