New playground August 20, 2008
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.
I got a bit lost of course, but never for more than ten or fifteen minutes. All in all it was an inspiring welcome to a new mtb playground.
We were just amazed by the quick-change atmosphere out there last week. Saw a few MTBs and a number of intrepid road riders on the back roads to Muir Woods. You are in a great place!
the road bikers on Muir Woods Road are either the bravest people around or completely crazy! ZERO shoulder plus blind curves the whole way down. Wet, rocky singletrack is a cakewalk comparatively!