Hey Mike,
I was worried that your blog was broken. I thought I’d test it out with some pictures from some recent mountain biking near Donner Pass, Auburn and Santa Rosa
-Travis
This may be the middle fork of the American river.
This is Castle Peak
This is on Hole in the Ground.
This is the new Donner Rim Trail.
This is a view south from Annadel. That’s Mount Diablo back and left.
Scenic Sonoma County, CA.
Ouch.
Hey Mike,
I was worried that your blog was broken. I thought I’d test it out with some pictures from some recent mountain biking near Donner Pass, Auburn and Santa Rosa
-Travis
This may be the middle fork of the American river.
This is Castle Peak
This is on Hole in the Ground.
This is the new Donner Rim Trail.
This is a view south from Annadel. That’s Mount Diablo back and left.
Scenic Sonoma County, CA.
Ouch.
Hey Mike,
Last weekend I climbed (red) to the top of a volcano and skied down (green).
More pictures
I take some solace in knowing I’m not the only one who sees this and thinks ‘Less than three.’
I take some solace in knowing I’m not the only one who sees this and thinks ‘Less than three.’
…is the noise birds make.
I rode home from school the other day (which includes a some mile stretch along a causeway designed to be a seabird habitat) and thought of you as I missed the first picture of mating Long Necked White Birds in flight (Snowy egrets, I believe) and thought ‘if only I’d taken the camera out of my bag and put it in my back pocket like I usually do’ . I didn’t stop to take action on the thought and moments later saw a big blue bird (great blue heron I presume) taking flight as I thought ‘if only I’d taken the camera out of my bag and put it in my back pocket after the last picture I missed’. This time I put the camera in the ready position and had a quite uneventful rest of the ride home.
The other day i thought I was going to be attacked by a dingo, but then it scampered off into suburban backyards to eat baby kittens. The second one’s from the train in the eastern bay and probably needs to be cropped. The last one is a where’s waldo type game.
 
 
 Travis
It was supposed to be a 200 mile loop starting at about 3 o’clock and going clockwise. At about a half hour before the official 5:15-5:45 am start they found out about a road closure due to a forest fire and ran the route backwards to the halfway point as an out-and-back. In all those miles, this is my only photo.
So California. A biodiesel car.
Travis: Went mountain biking this weekend.
Me: Looks like you’re having way too much fun. Get back to the lab.
Me: That’s more like it. How did that happen? Following too close, no mudflaps?
Travis: No fenders. Everyone I went with was too fast for me to follow too closely.
Travis: It was worse on the backside.
Me: How far did you go?
Travis: I think about 16 or 17 miles. We were going to do an 85 mile road race, but it was forecast to rain, and no one felt very fast, so we went mountain bikin’. I started out with glasses, but they got covered in mud in about the first minute. I had dirt in my eyeballs for the next 36 hours. I think it’s all out now.
There are a number of reasons I find it easier to make quasi-anonymous snide comments on the Internet rather than contribute anything worthwhile; inexperience, not being a good writer, laziness and apathy are foremost amongst them.
I met my friend Heather in Minnesota. She was on the cycling team with which I occasionally rode. While she was away at college her parents moved from Newton, in your neck of the woods, to Santa Rosa, in my neck of the woods. She’s hecka sporty and I’ve got lots of time on my hands so we typically meet up every few months for some regrettable act of exertion. These aren’t the exciting sorts of things like your frequent contributor Rakkity was doing at my age (I’ve got other friends more apt to do things that could be fatal), but events that make me feel good about being able to do something and dumb for doing it. Typically it’s a long bike ride or running an off-road half marathon.
At the beginning of March I asked Heather if she’d be into riding the Davis Double Century with me on May 20th. It’s a 200 mile bike ride with a paltry 7800 feet of climbing. She checked her calendar and said ‘Awesome!’ and we both paid the hefty $70 registration.
I thought training would be easy. It’d give me an excuse to get on my bike, which I hadn’t done all winter. Shortly after committing both my money and to my friend, I was both diagnosed with mononucleosis, and given my qualifying exam date of May 23. Combined with the wettest winter in a decade or so I’d ridden my bike maybe 4 times for a total well under 200 miles. Still, I never really had a doubt about a double century until the night before as I was going to sleep, my alarm set for 4:15…
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