Class covered wellness. I have to admit I was kind of bored, Health Promotion Coordinator School covered the topic much more thoroughly. It was a great refresher anyway. We had a VTC (video teleconference) with CAPT Kelly, the guy who runs the leadership and development center (LDC). Class let out on time and I set out for another ride. This time I really wanted to see the Beach.
I plotted the quickest route, which was to Dillon Beach. All of the roads around here flow through what seems like endless farms and this was no exception. My route took me through a pretty cool area of Marin County with a small river and some nice rolling hills. None of the climbs were too steep. I nonticed that as I got closer to the coast that a fog was starting to settle into the valleys between rises. By the time I got to Dillon Beach Road I realized that not only was it a fog, it was some of the thickest wet fog I had ever ridden through. I had my vest and armwarmers packed and was real happy for them. My toes actually got a bit cold.
the most bizarre experience on this ride was the road that led down to the beach. It was a total white knuckle, twisty flowing mile or so long descent. One side had a guard rail and a fall that would drop you a few hundred feet at times into a bunch of cows or rocks and the other (my side) was wet under all the trees as they were collecting condensation and doing a damn good rain impersonation. I took my time and rode the brakes a little more than I needed to. The climb back up was rediculous, really made me happy to get up it. My brain was full with all kinds of Bob talk, I figured staying positive couldnt hurt. Got back in a bit over 2 hours. Took a cell phone pic of the statue down at the beach.
The waves seemed awesome by the way. It was pea soup fog but I got close enough to see what looked to be about 4-6' fun sized surf.
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