Serbrina and I hiked towards Mt Lowe from Eaton Saddle. Hiking through the tunnel and then up to the ridge. Boon was full of energy chasing all the lizards that he saw. We ran out of energy just short of the top and had to turn around. Boon was so tired that he had to hitch a ride back in the backpack. It’s a dogs life.
I’d been itchin’ to get out and pedal. Been a while since I’ve been wrestlin’ with a cold and an annoying cough. Friday was lookin’ good but we woke up to some rain on Saturday. I wasn’t really looking forward to riding in the rain, but Bruce wanted to break in his new Fargo. I guess we were riding.
We left the truck with a steady down pour and headed up. I felt like I was back on the Divide. The constant wet, the creek forming on the side of the road. I sure didn’t feel like I was in Los Angeles. I was though. I love this place.