Angalls Canyon Recon: The Four Birds Ride

July 26, 2020

Angalls Canyon Recon: The Four Birds Ride

I am dead. Well, maybe only half dead since I seem to be compos mentis enough to write. I think. Maybe I'm imagining writing...

The ride was not that long - twenty-six miles is all, and though Relive's accumulated elevation assessment of 5300 feet is pretty impressive for a ride of that length, I think it a bit overly optimistic [ie. wrong]. I think it was reaching the century mark that did me in - one hundred degrees, as in fahrenheit, that did the deed. I think the weather forecasts predicting low 90s were a bit overly optimistic as well [ie. wrong].

But that would be three hours later. At 9:00 in the morning it looked like a fine day for a spin back out to Angalls Canyon to see where it would take me. Though I seemed a bit more lethargic than normal, I figured things would shake out once I hit dirt and, when I caught a familiar Lapierre rider before entering the spreading grounds, I took it as another sign of a good morning to come.

Bummer; I can find no information on who the "Angalls" was / were to be able to leave his / her name on the map at this spot. They picked a nice place, though, especially down in the oak-shaded bottom; if only there had been a stream flowing I would have stopped for lunch, or least ways as much lunch as a coffee Clif Bar, picked up at the Competitive Edge, provides.

As for that whole recon thing, well, it only went so far before I ran into the, seemingly, inevitable No Trespassing sign. You know, over at the coast land owners cannot block public access to beaches; just thinkin' out loud, but maybe we need the same thing for mountain access.