End of the Slippage
Funny how things can slip away, unnoticed, unintended. One morning you wake, or maybe it is the afternoon and some co-worker disturbs your daydream about the next ride; whatever the case you realize you have not done "that route" in a long time. When was the last time, anyway? So long ago you can only think in terms of months. Even more than a year is not out of the question. It is not that you grew to dislike "that route" or that something happened to sour you on it. It is not that you found something so much more interesting. No, you just kind of started moving a different way, and before you know it "that route" has slipped from, what was once, a part of the weekly repertoire.
The past couple weeks I had been attempting to work a loop with the short, easy climb of San Dimas Canyon into one of the weekday evenings. Just a quick loop, at its most distant point only about ten miles from the door. I thought I could even get a co-worker to join in. No luck there yet. This morning, though, the mrs. didn't need any enticement to roll up the road; heck she didn't even know Grizzby's would be waiting at the end until we cut down to Bonita for the ride back to town. Surprise reward.
The past couple weeks I had been attempting to work a loop with the short, easy climb of San Dimas Canyon into one of the weekday evenings. Just a quick loop, at its most distant point only about ten miles from the door. I thought I could even get a co-worker to join in. No luck there yet. This morning, though, the mrs. didn't need any enticement to roll up the road; heck she didn't even know Grizzby's would be waiting at the end until we cut down to Bonita for the ride back to town. Surprise reward.
putcha' hands down, it's not the top yet
the canyon and its mid-summer look
end of the line - no admittance to the Experimental Forest
the Ed Jones (not Too Tall) Memorial
semi-tucking the descent
nicely shaded, but no flow in the stream
post ride reward
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