Today was the Wind Dancers January End of the Month Putt. We ended up with a really nice turnout — Karen, June, Kathleen, Barb, Laura, Sandy, Brenda, Linda, Bonnie, and myself. Bonnie drove to the meeting point and Linda had to bow out after coffee to prepare for her upcoming trip to England, so there ended up being eight of us riding.
We waffled about where to go until finally Elizabeth exclaimed “I want to go to the ocean!”, which suited me just fine, as it seemed to fit my theme of the week. 😉
Anyhoo, we all caravaned from Fremont over to Cameron’s in Half Moon Bay (Linda, you’ve been there, right? It’s all, like, British and stuff). The downside to Cameron’s, of course, is that it’s a pub and I always seem to end up there while riding (the notable exception being the boozefest the night before Ben and Laura’s wedding).
After lunch, the group decided to retrace our steps back over Hwy 92 to 280 to go home. I was sitting next to Laura, and we decided, heck no, we weren’t done riding yet. After a few false starts, during which we demonstrated that even with the Pacific Ocean in plain view, we have absolutely no direction sense, Laura and I continued south on Highway 1.
We stopped a few times: twice for pictures, once for gas. Mostly we just rode, keeping a good pace on the surprisingly light-trafficked road.
As you can tell, we couldn’t have asked for a more perfect riding day. Crystal-clear along the coast, temperatures around 60F. Fifty miles of sun and curvies later, we ended up in Santa Cruz and on Highway 17 towards home.
I love California.