Saturday morning: coffee, oatmeal+berries, and some yoga out on the deck, basking in the sunshine.
Saddled up the SS pony and hit Stagecoach to Wittier ... to the top at Squaw in 58:50! I thought I wouldn't make it at all, let alone make it in under and hour ;-) ... and on the SS no less.
That got my happysmack goin'!!!
So I rolled down through Old Squaw, back onto 103, then down into Soda Creek and up the last few steep pitched climbs of the neighborhood. Then rolled 'backwards' (relative to the route I usually take) through the ridge (where the heck were YOU calGone?), and took the meandering and climby way home ;-)
I felt SPECTACULAR.
Sunday was bound to be another SS climb-fest. Ed joined me (inspired me) ... and together we came up with THE most convoluted route possible for a 4-hour jaunt around some of the higher 'hoods. No, Juth, we did NOT find your house, despite covering almost EVERY SINGLE ROAD UP THERE (more than once) ... looking for the ominous Orange Door.... Where are you in relation to the TreeFreaks as pictured above, eh!?!?
I definitely didn't expect it, but I felt SPECTACULAR once again ;-)
Thanks, Edmund, for the lovely mud-flinging fest. I really enjoyed that one ;-)