After talking for about it for a year or so, my friend Michael Morgan has nearly finished the artwork for a poster for Pushing The Pedals. There will be only 100 made, and they will be all hand silk screened here in San Francisco. Stay tuned for mo
I went out last week for a quick mini-tour in Marin, starting in San Francisco.
A tucked away log obelisk in the Presidio.
When the bridge looks like this, the weather is usually great on the other side.
Everything seemed to be blooming in the headlands.
That’s Bobcat trail, the one I normally take when I’m going to Hawk Camp. This time I took the steeper Miwok trail, because the ride down the backside to the horse stables is much more fun than going down Marincello. Here’s one of Jason F riding it, we went camping out here last month.
Jason is on a sweet Moots titanium disc cross bike with fat tires and a rear rack and panniers. He custom rigged a set of Formula hydraulic discs to mechanical drop bar brake levers for that bike that worked awesome.
I camped the first night at Haypress. When I showed up to grab my permit, the ranger told me that I was the ONLY person camping in any of the sites in the Marin Headlands that night.
Everything was so quiet! I finished my book and passed out early.
I got an early start the next morning, grabbing a coffee and scone in Mill Valley before heading up Mt. Tam on Railroad Grade. I stopped at the West Point Inn to cook myself some lunch.
This brown mush has been a recent favorite of mine. I’m only bringing one pot with my new lightweight setup, so I have to be a little bit creative. This is quinoa, a can of wild salmon, and some Trader Joe’s boil-in-a-bag eggplant curry. Delicious!
After riding down Old Stage Rd, I hit some pavement before Bolinas Ridge Trail. This is a one of the most beautiful paved roads in the world.
Bolinas Ridge could be in the Swiss Alps. Those singletracks were bumpy enough that I wished for a suspension fork.
The Salsa El Mariachi is treating me well, and I’m getting the hang of packing everything somewhat efficiently in those frame bags.
Samuel P. Taylor was my destination for the second night, a beautiful spot in such a thick redwood forest that barely any sunlight gets through to the bottom.
I feel so lucky to have lived in this area. It’s easy to take this kind of amazing variety of landscapes for granted but I don’t know how I’ll be able to beat this in my new job. Only time will tell!