We were originally going to load up cargo as if we were going on a real tour. My foot’s been bothering me a bit, though, so Anne suggested we skip that until next time. Then we forgot to bring one small pannier, which had all the cool weather gear. Instead of being a heavier-than-normal load, it was a extra-light load. Fortunately the weather was nice, so we didn’t need the clothes.

This ride had two big climbs near the beginning of the ride. Anne took the trailer for both, including the descent in the middle. We ate lunch at Alpine Dam, which was pretty cool, except for needing to keep Ruth out of the (possible) poison oak.

At the top of the second climb I took the trailer for the big descent. It was pretty windy and narrow, with a lot of blind turns. There was enough traffic to make it exciting, too.

Then on to Highway 1, which we expected to be pretty flat. Turns out there was a moderate climb right away, which I wasn’t mentally prepared for and overexerted myself on. Once I started treating every incline as a sustained climb, things got better.

Our turnaround point was Inverness, where we found a neat open area behind a general store. This seemed to be some kind of photographer hotspot, taking pictures of a wrecked ship and talking about what time of day or year provides the best lighting.

The ride back to Fairfax included a nice multiuse trail through Samuel P Taylor state park. Sometimes these kind of trails have too many pedestrians or stop signs to really enjoy, but this one was pretty nice. There was even a woman taking her dog for a walk from horseback.

In the last few miles of the ride, I started pooping out, so tricked Anne into taking the trailer again. It ended up only being a little bit more up a moderate hill, then a gentle descent for the last 2 miles or so.

We ended up getting home pretty late, since this ride was a further from home. Ruth go pretty goofy — by the time we got home she was tickling busses and trucks.

California State Items: California quail (State Bird), California poppy (State Flower), but sadly no State Mineral (gold).

Animal sightings: Cows, horses, a hawk, California quails, a chicken (according to Anne)

Most amusing sign: Drake Way, marked as a 20% grade, and also a private road. Well, too bad we won’t be able to take that one…

Worst parenting moment: Passing through a park with a playground without letting Ruth go play. I heard sad “playground playground swing swing” from the back for a while. Then there were some horses, and all was forgiven.

Today we did a ride with two significant climbs — Old La Honda and Alpine. We did this ride once three years ago and it kicked our butts pretty hard. We were interested to see how it felt now. Hopefully we’re stronger bikers, but we’re pulling a trailer.

The first climb (Old La Honda) went pretty well. Anne pulled, and though she stopped to breathe a couple of times, she made it to the top like a champ. This is a pretty well known climb, so there were lots of other bikers offering encouragement. There was even some cheering at the top from some people waiting for the rest of their group.

The descent on the other side of Old La Honda was quite nice. The road surface wasn’t ideal (chip seal, but with fairly small aggregate), but the views were amazing, and it’s much lower traffic (both for bikes and cars) than the way up.

We stopped for lunch in La Honda at the bottom. Ruth had fun running laps around the parked bikes and eating cookies. When it was time to go, I accidentally pinched her chin with the helmet buckle. There were some tears, but Mommy fixed her up with about 10 seconds of cuddles, and off we went.

After just a few fairly flat miles, it was time to start the climb up Alpine. I was pulling at this point. Alpine is both longer and taller than Old La Honda, and I was having a really hard time pulling the trailer. After several breathing stops, somewhere around the halfway point, I asked Anne to take another turn. She pointed out that whoever had the trailer at the top got all the glory — but somehow that didn’t seem to matter very much. Before we summited, we swapped again anyways.

By the time we got to Skyline at the top, we had run out of water. My cue sheet claimed that there was a nature center with a fountain, but it wasn’t jumping out at us. We asked another biker, Bob, and he said he could show us a fountain just down the road that some nice property owner put in. I tried to keep up with him and chatted a bit. Ruth played with the fountain and made a nice mud puddle to stomp around in. She got to go barefoot for the rest of the ride.

The descent down Page Mill (the other side of Alpine) is scary. Fairly steep, lots of blind turns, and pretty heavy car traffic. About halfway down my brakes started making a different sound, so I decided it was time to let them cool off. Fortunately, closer to the bottom is started to get straighter, so I could let loose a bit. I heard a lot of “down down down” and “fast” from the trailer.

Even after the big climbs were done, there was a fair amount of small hills to go over. I was really pooping out, so I tricked Anne into taking another turn. While we were stopped, Anne’s kickstand poked a hole through the road. Remind me not to let her park on my foot.

Our timing this time with the trailer was almost the same as the last time we did the loop. Old La Honda was a few minutes slower, Alpine a few minutes faster. I feel a lot better this time than last time — although last time we got a really late start and didn’t get back to the car until almost two hours past sunset, I had forgotten to bring a headlight, and Anne’s headlight almost ran out of juice.

Animal sightings: Deer, horses, peacock (heard only), a rooster, several small lizards with a deathwish, a caterpillar, and a couple dogs in the back of pickups.

Mechanical problems: Maybe overheating brakes, but that’s it

Best hill climber in the world: Anne (as recognized by many people going up Old La Honda, including a standing ovation at the top)