I was trying to get a photo of a fun, snakey section of Mt Lukens today, but due to some absurd lighting and fog that was well outside my technical capability to correct for, I couldn’t get the photo I wanted. I gave up and just pointed the camera outward. It felt oddly familiar to me, though. Funny how the brain is often drawn to the same things over time.
Over this past weekend, I was riding in the Verdugos. The weather was supposed to hit the upper 90s, but the temperatures were holding to a reasonable lower 80s in the morning due to some cloud cover. So, I decided to stretch out and ride through the entire range, which
California is one of the rare places that can close a road, where no road is.
May and June always drive people in LA a little crazy. Nearly every morning the clouds move in, socking in the entire east side until mid-afternoon. It keeps the temps down, but releases a general weirdness into the air. But the biggest benefit, always, is that you can almost always
I have lived in Los Angeles for over 10 years, but have somehow never spent much time in Santa Barbara. With a work trip in Santa Cruz and a brand new bike that was hand-built in Santa Barbara, it seemed like the perfect time to make the stop. Instead of
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