It's the Weekend: Good Hair Day

 You know, sometimes rain days are the best days to get out and ride. When it rains we get to see and experience a world that is not the one we live in the other three-hundred sixty-three days a year. It didn't rain today, mind you, but we've been promised it is on the way; the sky kind of looked to be living up to its end of the bargain, and then kind of not, depending on which way you looked. The Claremont Hills Wilderness Park is rarely more spectacular than it is when storms approach or depart. Clouds come floating in from across the valley, pushed by the same wind that rushed me up canyon and frizzed out my hair when I took my helmet off, only to back up against the ramparts. I watched from all my favorite spots, as they arrived, coalescing into an ever growing, ever darkening mass as the mountains refused to let them pass. The weekend has arrived as usual, but there are no guarantees of dry days and sunny trails this time around.

front row seating

arrival

one of the two old oaks at Dun Eire

never noticed that web before - someone's perch?

Ribes californicum

cistern

that old iron door / hatch is still there

some trace of an old road perhaps

the Red Dirt Road leading away from Coyote Howl Point

snack time