Mid-Week Rides: March ride

Golden Gate Bridge

Golden Gate Bridge

Golden Gate Bridge
Chris with camera

Chris with camera

Chris with camera

I met Chris at the north end of the Golden Gate bridge about 8:45. The weatherdood was mostly correct. I rode through a few showers in the city; the prognosis was for mostly blue sky. We left the bridge about 8:55 and headed to the restaurant

Randy and Chris

Randy and Chris

Randy and Chris
Marc's R1200GS

Marc’s R1200GS

Marc’s R1200GS

Randy joined us at the restaurant where I ate way too much for breakfast. Note to self: skip the breakfast burrito next time.
It’s huge!

Cohn Damn Cascade

Cohn Damn Cascade

Cohn Damn Cascade

Chris writes: We’ve had a great deal of heavy rain which ended the day of our ride, creeks and lakes are full; vineyards flooded. This lead to our first ‘spectacle’ at Cohn Dam (Hwy#128) just east of Rutherford. Cohn Dam creates Lake Hennesey, Napa’s water supply. … I’ve never seen the likes of this before.

Randy

Randy

Randy
The boot dance

The boot dance

The boot dance

How many riders does it take to put on a pair of totes? Three, if you include the one taking the pictures.

Lake Hennesey

Lake Hennesey

Lake Hennesey
Chris and Randy

Chris and Randy

Chris and Randy
Marc

Marc

Marc

We stopped at the lake Hennesey boat launch to unload some of the excess coffee obtained at breakfast.

Lake Berryessa, looking north

Lake Berryessa, looking north

Lake Berryessa, looking north
Lake Berryessa

Lake Berryessa

Lake Berryessa

Chris says: Just before the Blacksmith’s Shop at Pope Valley we turned East for Lake Berryessa and Lower Lake (Clear Lake), the start of the ‘Big Wendy’. Lake Berryessa was full like I’d never seen before, took two pics from the same spot on the bridge…

Chris in action

Chris in action

Chris in action
GS in the mud

GS in the mud

GS in the mud

Note the concentration of our ride leader in action. I got to play in the mud when I parked the bike to take that picture.

Randy at slide

Randy at slide

Randy at slide
Look, that tree's gonna fall

Look, that tree’s gonna fall

Look, that tree’s gonna fall

Who knew that just a few miles later all of us would get to play in the mud, albeit just a little bit of mud. The only interesting thing here was when Chris got his left foot tangled in a branch for 1/2 a second.

Randy takes the plunge

Randy takes the plunge

Randy takes the plunge
Randy, mid stream

Randy, mid stream

Randy, mid stream

Hmmm, Randy was leading for a few miles when we ran into this situation: Go on Randy, it doesn’t look that deep!

Marc, leaning into the current

Marc, leaning into the current

Marc, leaning into the current
Marc, almost across

Marc, almost across

Marc, almost across

Chris says: I’ve leaned into the wind, I’ve leaned into corners, but here you’ll note the rider must lean into the current.

Chris, bow wave

Chris, bow wave

Chris, bow wave
Chris, mid stream

Chris, mid stream

Chris, mid stream

Chris gets a chance to show off his water crossing skills, too.

deeper and faster

deeper and faster

deeper and faster

Chris says: We rode up the hill, around the bend (not 300 yards), and encountered the same stream, same situation but with sufficient differences that (we mutually agreed), called for a ‘Wendy’. Deep, slick ‘goo’ on the far side, the narrower crossing (read deeper/faster water) lead to our decision and the 26 mile ‘Wendy’. Lower Lake would have to wait.

Aetna Springs (1)

Aetna Springs (1)

Aetna Springs (1)
Aetna Springs (2)

Aetna Springs (2)

Aetna Springs (2)

Chris says: Aetna Springs was a resort establishment abandoned some time in the late 40’s, early 50’s and is accessed by a paved dead-end road. We rode-up to take a look. Somebody is working to bring it back, a couple buildings have been restored, but lots yet to go. There’s a golf course across the street, little one, I’d guess only a ‘nine-holer’. The stone work here gives a hint as to this place’s past ‘glory’.

The remaining photos are of San Francisco and the Golden Gate bridge from the Marin Headlands. Chris and I stopped here on our way home.