Ride north or south from Arcata and you're within sight of the Pacific much of the time. When the weather is changing, you can hear the breakers long before you see them.
I rode north on our lovely Hammond Trail. I've done this ride hundreds of times and I always come home feeling great.
The Mad River train bridge hasn't seen a train in decades. It's just wide enough for two bikes to pass.
The Mad River was named for a dispute between party of frustrated gold miners. They didn't find gold, just a new river. It turned out to be a great place for a screaming argument.
The road ahead, across the Arcata bottoms. If you lived here, you'd have a palm tree in your view.
Another roadside attraction...
A few Latte Warriors, my cycling group. Rain or shine, some of us might be out there on a bike.
My recumbent, a homemade bike modeled on the Rans v2 but with remote steering. It's like riding a couch.
My son Matt, me, the Pacific
One thing about the Pacific, it rarely disappoints. That's the town of Trinidad perched on the cliffs on the other side of the rainbow.
this is beautiful gordon, i cant wait to go on a longer ride out of the city.
ReplyDeletecheers and happy new year from SF :)
meli
Thanks Meli. Ride on!
ReplyDeleteLet me know if you get up this far so we can include you in our Sunday Hammond Trail ride. Always: Good coffee at the Daybreak Cafe in Trinidad. Sometimes: an occasional whale offshore.