Proof there was snow on Hamilton

It got cold and wet.  I was curious whether Mt. Hamilton got a dusting of snow last night, but the top was shrouded in cloud and I couldn't see it.  Naturally, this meant I needed to ride up it to find out...

Just a bit, and it was melting off quickly by the time I made it up to the top on the heavy bike (better traction than the light bike, and cargo capacity for extra clothes for the descent), but snow nonetheless!

More Fall Exploration

I love Fall around here. The only problem is that by this time of the year, I start to get bored of all of the normal riding, so have to go exploring paths less travelled.  Here are a few good ones from the last couple of weeks:

• Explored a maze of dirt roads through Little Basin on my way up to the Eagle Rock lookout.

I never would have found this except for the trail of breadcrumbs left on Ray Hosler's blog.  The yellow gate is the key way in, the grades are periodically steep (> 20%, with loose traction on leaves!), and there was one brief unrideable section by an old landslide.  I derive great delight from finding these bits that aren't on any of my maps :)

• Dragged Nim out on a hike on the Ipiwa trail at Skyline Ridge.  This is a lovely trail that I don't find myself on very often as it doesn't allow bikes.  (Bikes diverted onto a nasty steep fireroad instead; I hate this.)

• Finally got around to poking around Morrill and Wright's Station Roads.  These allow a delightful out-and-back bonus climb off of Summit Road in the same general vicinity as many other roads that we like. And there is a little bit of dirt to enjoy before the final gate barring you from water district land.

(Back side of Mt. Umunhum; the road I just mentioned drops into the hole between these ridges.)

• Accidentally turned a 6 mile hike into an 11 mile hike due to the fact that a new trail presented itself.  I was just planning on doing a reasonable loop at Rancho San Antonio, but there's always been a spot at the top of that loop that looked like there might be a use trail leading through the chaparral up the ridge in the general direction of Black Mountain.  Previous investigation of maps made it look like a potentially nasty steep bushwhack through private property, so I've always been able to resist -- but this time there was clearly a lot of recent trail work and an official sign.  I couldn't resist.

Views from the trail.  I did start at roughly the lowest elevation pictured, and continued up several hundred feet more from where I had the camera out.

 Scrub jay.  He kept posing and then flitting away.

The cat, on the other hand, has decided it is cold, and has started searching out cozy places in which to hide.  Though creaky joints and tired muscles may induce me to follow suit, it's still too much fun to be outside instead!

Haloween in pictures

Quartet of Blank Canvases

School Costume Parade

(Sorceress in Black Cloak with Raven Familiar, Lacking Seven Foot Whittled Forked Staff)

(Sorceress sans Cloak, Familiar, and Staff; Note White Makeup Burn Scar)

 Mashed Potato Ghosties, Before Becoming Toasty

Monday Night Carving

More goofing off, this time in Downieville and Forest

Nim's school had a teacher training day on the 15th, giving us a bonus three-day weekend.  As we hadn't been up to Downieville in a while, this seemed like a natural thing to do -- especially given that the weather was still good for mountain biking.  For Christmas last year, Linda gave us a weekend in a friend's rustic cabin up in Forest that needed to be used before the snow started.

For those not in the know, the small hamlet of Forest, CA is a Gold Rush town up a dirt road from Downieville that hasn't quite achieved ghost town status.  There are a few funky cabins dating back from the late 1800's, a picnic table, and an old bar/dance hall building.  And mountain bike trails.  Some of the most beautifully-designed trails for bikes that I've ever had the pleasure of riding, thanks to the efforts of the Forest Trail Alliance.  Chad, being a former local, knows the guys who built these trails and had ridden them previously.  Their project has really gained a lot of momentum; every time we head up in that direction, there are new sections to play on.

We knew what to expect in terms of trail fun, but this time had the advantage of actually staying in town in a rustic, but cozy cabin.  The structure itself was an interesting patchwork of additions that originally probably dated back as far as anything else in town.

Chad was amused by all of the wacky old things hidden about the house.

He was also very good about making sure we had a cozy fire the first night, when it was a bit chilly.

The riding, of course was fun.  We finally got around to exploring the Plum Valley Ditch trail, where we had previously been thwarted due to grumpy mine owners and logging activity.  It's now open and clear to ride.  After the drop down the singletrack, Chad led us through the maze of dirt roads back up to the Truckee Ditch trail and back to town.

We also enjoyed the usual trails up on the ridge and on Sandusky. I just can't wait until they get around to building the connector trail back down to the river and Downieville.  One could then do an epic ride from Downieville down the North Yuba Trail to Goodyears Bar, up Mountain House Road (dirt), around all the fun trails in Forest, and then down the new connector trail back to Downieville in time for dinner.  It'll be glorious!  Unlike the "traditional" Downieville trails, the esthetic here is more that of good flowing lines through the woods than crazy technical downhill racing -- though there are many side features and jumps for temporary moments of insanity.

 Can you spot the rider?

Here I am!

Clear evidence that more trails are coming in.

All in all, a good weekend.  We exercised the truck's low gears crawling down Galloway road on the way back down to town to pick up Nimue from Linda's house before heading back into the sunset toward home.

Fall Goofing Off

It's fall in the Bay Area.  My favorite season here.  School is in session and the colors are starting to turn, but the endless sunshine continues.  The high tomorrow is supposed to be above 80 degrees again.  Needless to say, it is a fine time to be outside, so that's where I've been.  Here are a few things to get you all caught up.

Chad had Columbus Day off, but Nimue had school and it was a band day, so she wasn't due home until 4:00.  As a result, we had a rare parents-get-to-ride-together day, so we headed up Mount Hamilton.  It was a lovely climb, as usual, and we had time and energy to explore Kinkaid Road, a scenic dead-end stub of pavement that forks off partway down.  A fine addition -- it was hard to believe that we were less than 20 miles away from the hustle and bustle of San Jose, given that the tiny road snaked through quiet ranchland with few signs of life in sight aside from old barns and the occasional manzanita-filled bear droppings.  We managed to accumulate almost 7000 feet of climbing in a mere 50 miles, so stopped for well-deserved burritos on the way back home.

Nim needs attention too, of course.  I made a promise of Super-Yum a while ago, without following through.  This, combined with some sticky leftover homemade marshmallows sitting in a tin on the counter driving me nuts led to chocolate cake covered in marshmallow fondant.  (The fondant is not actually hard to make -- just vaguely follow the proportions here and use a couple tablespoons of butter instead of the crisco).  Can be made even when tired after being outside all day, and Nimue deemed it proper Super-Yum.

It's also a lovely time of year for hiking.  I finally got around to searching out a local rock outcrop in one of the local open space preserves. The existence of Aquarian Valley is not well-publicized -- the approach trail isn't even on MROSD's Long Ridge map, even though there is a decent trail with an official-looking sign along Peters Creek down to a small waterfall (where you then get to scramble, climb, and explore to your heart's content.)  There are plenty of rocks, and a couple of caves amid fine views to play around in.  A bit of poison oak too, but that's what Technu is for...

 Climb on the solid outcrops.                             NOT on the tafoni.

That's all just the non-routine M-F stuff; more on the weekend Downieville/Forest City trip shortly.

Walk and Roll to School

To celebrate International Walk to School Day yesterday, we kicked off our annual "Walk and Roll to School" incentive program.  Not only were the bike racks overflowing, but I only saw a mere handful of cars drive by.  The dropoff circle was empty.  Eerie, for a school of 850 kids.

It's heartening to know that people's habits are changing, at least locally -- it was nothing like this when we started at the school a mere 5 years ago.  Today, on a normal day, we are at about 50% self-propelled; yesterday it was more like 90%, to my eyes, which bodes well for the rest of the year!

New Toy for Tree Carnage

Tree carnage escalated to the point that I got a new toy:

It sounds like a model airplane on steroids, which makes me laugh, but aside from that, it works quite well for cutting up branches that exceed both the size the loppers can handle and my patience with the hand saw.

Well, I have a few questions for Annie, but I'll do the problem first.

Annie walked her dog 2 1/4 miles from her house to the dog park and then 3 7/8 miles around the park and back home.  How many miles did she walk?

Nimue's response:  "Well, I have a few questions for Annie, but I'll do the problem first."

This is a vast improvement over her responses the earlier questions, which involved

1) Inventing a whole backstory for why Jim might have been measuring crickets and adding their lengths together (something to do with how much his pet iguana needed to eat), and then ridiculing poor Jim for even bothering, since the iguana was going to devour them anyway.  "No, mom, really -- Isn't Jim just stupid?  Mom?   Mom?  Mom!!!  He's dumb."

2) Ranting about how the question about how far Bruce swam  going to two rafts was stupid and meaningless if you don't know what directions he swam in.  (I guess she thinks in vectors?)

3)  Commenting that the question about making hot chocolate  -- i.e. How much hot chocolate do you get when you add 1/4 cup hot chocolate mix to 7/8 cup of milk, with the textbook-expected answer of 1 and 1/8 cup -- showed a lack of knowledge of basic chemistry. (She's right; volumes of stuff you dissolve are generally not strictly additive, though of course she knows this from empirical experience rather than any deep thinking about partial molar volumes.)

Some kids who are bored by their homework just get it done quickly; mine finds ways to stretch out the agony...

And no, I didn't bother to ask what Annie needed to be interrogated about.

Local Bike Camping Weekend

We had a weird three-day weekend that most people didn't get last weekend, thanks to a teacher in-service day on Monday.  Naturally, this was an excuse to get out of the house.

Given that the travel budget was (deliberately) blown earlier this year on the France trip, we decided to go camping.  This isn't as easy at the last minute as it should be, since in the era of web-reservable campsites, everything nice is often booked up months in advance.   We could have headed inland, but it was going to be hot, and this time of year is generally really gorgeous on the coast, so it was finally time to check out some of the local bike-in campsites.

In theory, you ride up, pay your $5 or $6 a person, and they squeeze everyone in.  There are campgrounds offering this at Big Basin State Park and at New Brighton State Beach near Capitola, leading to a nice 30-to-40-mile-a-day loop from home. 

I'm happy to say that this actually works :)  The first day we rode up and over Route 9 to Big Basin, where we had the bike area in the redwoods completely to ourselves.  The second day we headed over to the beach, where we were one of more than a dozen tents squeezed into the bike area.  The rangers here were pretty picky about check-in and out times here, and it rained caterpillars out of the oak trees, but other than that, it was a lovely campground up on a bluff above the ocean.

Chad took most of the camping gear on his bike: a load of about 50 lb.  Nimue and I had it fairly easy with about 10 lb of snacks and extra clothes in the rack trunk.  Somehow, strong Chad still climbs faster, especially if Nimue is feeling tired and isn't putting out much power (as was the case going up Route 9 the first day).  When she is feeling strong, we can take off on the flat sections, especially when there is a headwind, given the amount of extra drag on Chad's relatively bulky load.

I still think he had the harder physical job (the extra weight on my bike sometimes put out quite a bit of power!), but of course, my load involved psychological games and cheerleading.  And much patience with nonsensical jokes about bunnies with chainsaws.

Why did the bunny cross the road?

To get to his chainsaw.

Why did the other bunny cross the road?  

To get away from the bunny with the chainsaw.

And so on, up to the top of this hill...

Final total: Three days, 107 miles, 8000 feet of climbing

One ice cream stop, two bakeries, one dinner in camp, and one dinner out.

Six stowaway caterpillars (and counting)

Three happy people.