It was damp & cold on my ride today. Yes, in the middle of the N California heatwave, I was wearing my vest over my bolero over my jersey and wishing I had leg warmers.

We started out in La Honda in the mist, rode down Rt 84 to the ocean in the mist, went up and back down the north end of Stage Road in the mist, then south on Stage Road to Pescadero in the mist. drip. drip. drip. By the time we reached Pescadero the mist had gone away some - not "burned off", that would imply the presence of sun. The only time I was actually warm was when I was climbing Hasklins Hill on Pescadero Road. (Last time I went up that road it was on my aborted attempt at a permanent and I was hacking and wheezing from a nasty cold. Today I learned it's a pleasant climb when I can breathe.)

The ride was only 30 miles and I was toying with adding a loop out to the Pigeon Point Lighthouse, but then Lee suggested maybe we drive back to Pescadero for lunch and pick up some more of that of that incredible artichoke garlic bread we tried when we cycled through. Hmmm ... 30 more miles in the damp & cold, or, lunch and artichoke bread and head for home and kick back & watch the TdF recorded on the TiVo?