Love the morning fog for riding, though it was heavy enough to make dots on my glasses. Instead of wearing a watch I have taken to setting the timer on my phone for the turnaround time; and instead of riding a lot I have more recently been doing, let’s just say, “other things”.
But I’m happy on the bike, so off I went to see where on the coast I would be when my timer went off. I spent some time trying to ignore the complaints of my legs who seemed to have forgotten their power. I mulled the merits of swerving to avoid snails on the part of Hwy 1 that is apparently the snail thoroughfare. I listened to the seabirds and failed to get a cow to answer back. I waved at the other cyclists. By my turnaround, the brilliance of the sun was peeking through the clouds and lighting on the ocean as only ultraviolet rays can do.
No way near as beautiful as the real thing. But you can fill in the rest of the beauty in your mind.
Sprinklers in the mist. Dunno why, just liked 'em!
I returned along the delightfully re-paved West Cliff and had it almost to myself, perhaps another gift from the fog? I waved at the runners on the path, and “On-your-left”-ed my way back through town, choosing not to run over the corgi or the Man Who Did Not Look Up as he Crossed the Street. Excellent.
Tags: beautiful scenery, cycling, training ride