Pescadero Here We Come

After a couple of weeks of 25 - 30 mile fairly flat training rides, we decided to go for the brass ring today.  The ride from Half Moon Bay to Pescedaro...longer and far hillier than anything we had tried to date on this trip.

The ride started in Half Moon Bay...right on the ocean.

We rode down the Pacific Coast Highway for 10 miles and then turned inland...only to see this:

Carol looked at the scene and said, “Looks like Italy doesn’t it?”  It rode like Italy as well.  Six climbs more than a mile in length with a grade of 9% or greater.  The toughest was the last...a 12% grade on very tired legs.

A cyclist we met on the way told us this route was the prettiest bike ride in all California.  Who was to argue with him?

Carol was a trooper...both on the way to Pescedaro

...and the way home.

Pescedaro was a lovely small town.  We were so tired when we got there, we forget to take any pictures.  Hopefully, we won’t make that mistake again any time soon.

In all, we rode only 40 miles (39.75 actually) but climbed 4,654 feet.  We arrived home tired and sore but feeling like we had finally accomplished something.  Then---as we unloaded our car---we realized I had left one of my cycling shoes on the sidewalk where we parked at Half Moon Bay...so I had to drive back to retrieve it.