About 6 weeks ago, my wife and I moved from the Quincy, CA in the Sierras to Lincoln, CA in the foothills. I have hooked up with the local 55+ bike club and these guys are riding me into carbon fiber dust. I assume I will get better, but right now I have to really work to keep up. On the hills? Fugetabout it. Our rides are 45-70 miles and 2500 - 5500 feet of climbing, Monday, Wednesday and Friday. I don't have any great pictures, but here are a few to give you an idea.
This is the Foresthill Bridge, the highest bridge in California, even higher than the Golden Gate. It's a 3.5 mile climb to get up there.
This is Folsom Lake, a resevoir. All that green you see? It should be water.
This is a typical road for us. There is usually a good shoulder and minimal traffic.
Our "leader" has lived here forever and knows all the backroads.
Finally, here I am (on the left) climbing up to the aforementioned Foresthill Bridge. This was taken with a camera phone.
When the countryside turns green I should be able to get some great pictures.