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.
A little over a month ago I was riding in the Verdugos when a very stupid thought entered my brain: I wonder if it’d be possible to plan a ride from my house, through the Verdugos, where I hit 10,000 feet of elevation without repeating a climb? The
We came up to Big Bear this weekend, and while the trip wasn’t about doing a big bike ride, I decided to sneak one in anyway. I based this route off a gravel race that takes place up here, but chopped it down to keep it at around three
I have never enjoyed the autoplay feature[1] that streaming services use—the thing where, after finishing an album or movie or tv episode, the service will just keep blasting content at your face until you tell it to stop. It’s a feature that feels designed specifically to erode
I ride up Mt Lukens often enough that I have a pretty good understanding of what it’s like during various seasons. In summer, it’s often crispy and sharp with fading colors. Early winter is often clear skied and stark before the rains start. But as we near fall,
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