I did my long ride today. 41 miles, with 3000 feet altitude gain. Similar to the ride I did last week, but I did it in reverse and did not take the short cut (which added 4 miles). The first 15 miles was easy. Nice rolling hills, nothing too steep, and with a nice wide bike lane!

Then came the climb. I turned left onto Page Mill, and stopped to get some water. Got to hang with this horse for a short bit:

The climb was 7 miles, but the difference between Page Mill and Hwy 9 is that Page Mill offers some breaks. But the breaks come with a price. While Hwy 9 is a fairly steady climb (to the point of being tedious), Page Mill has some very steep sections that forced me into my granny gear. I even had to stop once to catch my breath. But I pedaled on, and eventually came to the top, and onto Skyline Blvd.

Skyline is also a series of rollers, but these are much more serious rollers! And the view is really incredible. I did take a quick restroom break at one of the local Open Space Preserves.

Then it was off past vineyards (sorry, I had I great down hill here and did not want to stop for photos), and miles of hiking and mountain biking trails. Skyline runs across the top of the Santa Cruz mountains, and it’s usually cooler up there. The only real problem is the motorcyclists. They like the road because is curvy and windy and fun to ride (kind of like the reason I ride it), but it’s so quiet and peaceful up there that it’s almost an affront to have a really loud bike go by. I don’t mind the quieter ones, but why do people have to have the reallyh loud ones? It cannot be good for their ears!!! But, fortunately, they were not too numerous (too early for their crowd), so I enjoyed the ride. The breeze was very nice. I did take a quick break overlooking my favorite mountain bike trail!

Then it was off to the pay off – 11 easy miles, 7 of which are straight down hill. I passed a clipboard lying in the middle of the road (?) and a dead skunk (not so interesting). Then through the really cute town of Saratoga, and then home.
Christine
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