Cycling, like any hobby, can become redundant. Recently, I've had a lot of down time mostly spending my time going on road rides into the hills or further. But as the days went on I found myself less enthused to put on the shorts and ride for the sake of riding. I needed something different.
Then one day as the sun was starting to go down, I really just wanted to sketch or read somewhere, for whatever reason I was compelled to load up my handlebar bag and ride up the hills with a book. The ride up was a little dark, as the Caldecot Valley cast some shadows on Old Tunnel Rd. I watched as every time I spurt back into the sunlight, it would be lower on the horizon. I made it up onto Grizzly Peak just in time to watch the sun go down behind the Seven Sisters of San Francisco, something I've been wanting to do since that first evening ride along Skyline.
Twin Peaks, what a view. (Backside photo here) |
This park was about as impressive as expected, not very. The noise of the freeway covered the whole park. |
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