
Today was my first time on the old mtb since moving to the Bay Area from Durango. Packing to move, moving, unpacking… blah, blah, blah… it added up to about two weeks out of the saddle.
I headed across the big red bridge to the Marin Headlands (where it all began with legends like Gary Fisher) and rode some loops in the Tennessee Valley area. It was fairly spectacular, despite feeling a little leg-weak. Twenty-five degree temperature swings, all-encompassing fog unexpectedly split open by blue-bird sun and sky, waves crashing in inlets hundreds of feet below me… I felt a long way from Southwestern Colorado.
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