Drove out to Woodside for a ride today. Went up Old La Honda, came down 35, took 84 out to the coast, jaunted my way up Tunitas Creek, then blasted down Kings Mountain (damn, that's a fun descent). Then I got a little lost, but eventually found my way back to Robert's Market, where lo and behold, Marco and Ruth also were. We chatted for a bit, then they had to run, so I got on the road.
But I didn't go home from there, oh no. That would have been sane. Instead, I swung by Mt. Diablo and cruised up to the ranger station. Okay, it'd been a long day by then, so "cruising" isn't what I'd call it. Between the late hour and my depleted energy stores, I decided to call it a day at that point. Flew back down the mountain, almost got hit by/hit a pair of deer, got back to the car again, and headed home.
A little over 60 miles total, with 8,907 feet of climbing (
) later, I'm eating pizza and might pop in a DVD here in a minute.
