Riding CCW Great Western Loop with Honey Springs Rd with a group

Although I generally lone-range on my weekday long exploration bike rides, I usually join up with a group once or twice on weekends. A couple of weekends ago I went with a group of 5 to ride a preview of the hilly bit of this April's Gran Fondo Campagnolo, starting from Eastlake area of Chula Vista and go up Honey Springs Rd to ride counter-clockwise most of the traditional Great Western Loop, coming back to Eastlake via Hwy 94 (instead of climbing up Lyons Valley Rd) to Otay Lakes Road.

Route map:  https://ridewithgps.com/routes/33469907

I have done the Great Western Loop (GWL) and climbed up cat. 2 Honey Springs Rd a few times on my own, though I had never tried riding on Campo Road/Hwy 94 from Rancho San Diego to Otay Lakes Road... and probably wouldn't try it alone. Call me a chicken, but to connect to Honey Springs Rd from Otay Lakes Rd you have to spend a hundred meter or so on Hwy 94, and that little stretch alone is enough to scare me off soloing any significant bit of that narrow two-laned highway between San Diego and the turn off for the Mexican border in Tecate. There is hardly any road shoulder to ride on, and the road is too curvy and over-populated with speeding semi trucks and RVs for yours truly. Being in a group would help, though, I thought, if I can manage to be in the middle of the line of cyclists rather than at the slow end of it (so the trucks and RVs would spot the others and know to expect more cyclists on the road by the time they get to me, see?).

Anyhow, we went off a bit late since one of guys that signed up for the ride pulled a no-notice no show on us. An icky thing to do to stand up a group on a hilly ride like this! If you ever sign up to ride GWL or Honey Springs Rd in the summer & fall months, call the group if you have to bail out and don't make them wait. It gets really hot on the climb and even 20 minutes delay can make all the difference in the world!

Rolling east on Otay Lakes Rd on a hazy morning.

As it was, we took off on a pretty fast clip down rolling Olympic Pkwy to curvy Wueste Rd (which cuts Olympic Pkwy twice, be sure to take the second Wueste Rd instead of the first one that dead ends at a park on the south side of the lake after 3 or so miles) to Otay Lakes Rd. It was pretty hazy out, so all the bike lights came in handy riding east along the lower Otay Lakes (there isn't much road shoulder much of the way and what little traffic on that road tends to be speedy).

On the east shore of Otay Lake sits Nichols' Field, a little landing strip that is home to Skydive San Diego. Its little clubhouse contains Lemon Drop Cafe (food & drinks) and a row of really nice port-a-toilets (I mean, deluxe level port-a-toilets! They even have wash basin with tap water!). It, along with the Pio Pico general store at the campground another 3 or so miles up the road, are the only watering spots along this east end of Otay Lakes Rd.

Honey Springs Rd climbing up toward Lyons Peak, the rocky peak on the left side of the road.

After a little off-course venture on Hwy 94 we made our way up Honey Springs Rd as the air began to warm and the haze was thinning out a bit. This 7 mile climb is one of the best category 2 climbs in San Diego County. Its average gradient is 5%, but with a couple of ramps that are around 10-12%, followed by faux flats. The road is dominated by rocky Lyons Peak either straight ahead or off to the left for most of the climb (it's the rocky mountain with lots of antennae on top). There is enough road shoulder to ride on for much of the way up, except for a 1/4 miles shoulder-free stretch of the S-curves area about 2 miles up the road. Traffic usually is quite light, especially during the week, though we were riding on a Saturday and so were sharing the road with a few other cyclists and motorcyclists... along with occasional cars and trucks.

Looking back down Honey Springs Rd

The Honey Springs Rd 'Dip'

Mother Grundy Truck Trail turn off on Honey Springs Rd

There aren't many good turn out spots on Honey Springs Rd. The first good one is at the row of mail boxes where Mother Grundy Truck Trail branches off to the south. If you run low of water climbing up this road, however, the only water source along the climb is up at the Deerhorn Valley fire station on the right side of the road after Deerhorn Valley Rd and Jacob's red barn. On the left side of the fire house is a little stone bench and a water faucet that you can fill the water bottles with.

Honey Springs Rd at Jacob's red barn.

Deerhorn Valley fire station with water faucet on its left wall

If you plan on doing the GWL counter clockwise like my group did after climbing up Honey Springs Rd, you really must fill up at the DV fire station since that is the last water stop along the way all the way to Rancho San Diego. Those who plan to turn left (west) on Lyons Valley Rd for a clockwise loop, however, will have another chance at the Lyons Valley Trading Post a couple of miles west of Four Corners (the local name of the intersection of Lyons Valley Rd and Honey Springs Rd/Skyline Truck Trail).

Looking south on Honey Springs Rd from DV fire house. The tall rocky peak is Bratton's Peak (Eagle's Nest), actually on the near side of the road (it curves right at the white tree).

Our group was severely stretched out on the climb, and as nobody else in the group had ridden around here before I stopped everyone riding up behind me at the DV fire house so they can fill their water bottles before the 26 water-free miles stretch that laid ahead. We paused there for a good 15 minutes until the last rider arrived and filled up her bottles before taking off again. Our ride leader was the only rider ahead of me, though, and had gone all the way to Four Corners to wait for us. I was reminded yet again to get the cellphone number of all the riders in the group the next time I lead my own group ride. I don't know what our lead must have been thinking, waiting at the side of that intersection for perhaps 20 minutes before any of his riders turned up on the road. I was surprised that he didn't retrace back down Honey Springs to see what was holding everyone up!

Honey Springs Rd crests at Barber Mountain Rd.

Four Corners!

After the DV fire house Honey Springs Rd climbs another mile and a half or so to its crest at Barber Mountain Road. A mile of speedy descent followed into Four Corners where we turned right (east) and indulged on a couple more descending miles on Lyons Valley Road.

Heading NE on Lyons Valley Rd. Gaskill Peak in left background.

Alas, after the initial downhill miles Lyons Valley Rd soon climbs uphill again in stepwise fashion. Some 'steps' are more gnarly than others, now that we were closer to noon and the sun was flexing its beam a bit. The hillsides were full of wild lavender this time of year, however, and the scenes we rode through gave quite something to look at to take our mind off all the suffering.

Equestrians preparing for a ride in Barrett Valley area

Lyons Valley Rd carving its way northeast toward Japatul

View east of Lyons Valley Rd as it nears Japatul.

The road hugs Lawson Peak & Gaskill Peak to the left and, after Camp Barrett, features spectacular Barrett Valley to the right. Unfortunately we couldn't see secluded Barrett lake itself, but the hillside surrounding it is supremely beautiful... You just have to remember to take your eyes off the road and look right (and behind-ish) every now and then!

Re-grouped at Japatul Rd junction

Heading east on Japatul Rd after descending The Wall

After re-grouping at the junction of Japatul Rd, we turned west (left) and headed down the hill. There is a gorgeous valley view off the right side of the road as it curves its way east. The descent is uniformed except for two uphill humps on the road; the first one is fun to punch your way over without getting out of the big chain ring, the second is a vicious 1/3 mile stretch of 9-12% grade climb that really makes you pay for previous stretch of fun gravity-driven joy ride.

Loveland Reservoir from Japatul Rd. Looking rather anemic.

Once you've crested the climb, be sure to look left for the narrow finger of Loveland Reservoir on the left side of the road. Japatul Rd turns into Tavern Rd up to Alpine at the Y-intersection. We turned left onto Dehesa Rd and enjoyed 4 hair-raising miles of curvy descent into the Sycuan Casino traffic. This took a little adjusting. I could count on one hand the number of cars that passed me on Lyons Valley and Japatul Rds, but I quickly ran out of countable digits once I got halfway down Dehesa.

A left turn at Harbison Canyon Rd junction to stay on Dehesa Rd and through the Singing Hills neighborhood of Rancho San Diego. No photos from this bit of the ride, I'm afraid. Too downhilly followed by too trafficky for me to fish the camera out. By now everyone was running low on water again, so we veered into Cottonwood Golf Course along the way to patronize its well stocked clubhouse to-go bar. I was so content, resting in the shade while nursing a cup of iced Sierra Mist, that I totally forgot to take photo there, too...

Heading back SE on Steele Canyon Rd.

At any rate, we only rested a bit before hitting the road again, turning left (south) on Steele Canyon Rd, up a gnarly little climb toward Jamul. Our ride leader was nowhere in sight as I headed the chase group to the Campo Rd/Hwy 94 junction, so I headed left (SE) and hoped that he hadn't taken the wrong turn and gone into El Cajon instead.

Campo Rd/Hwy 94 between Rancho San Diego & Jamul has a decent shoulder to ride on.

The 'Phantom Hill' on Campo Rd/Hwy 94 heading into Jamul

Sure enough, a mile or so into 'the phantom hill' climb up Campo Rd he came riding up from behind, said a quick hello and was gone off the front of the group again up the busy highway. Did I mention that the dude was riding a single-gear bicycle? It isn't a fixie as he can coast and has front and rear brakes, but it only has one gear. I had all the exercise I needed going up things like Honey Springs Rd on my 8 speed cassette and I couldn't keep up with this single-geared dude!

Elvis was here! In Jamul!

When the road shoulder disappeared on Campo Rd/Hwy 94 SE of Melody Ln

The view sure is good off Campo Rd

Anyhow, Campo Rd is definitely one of the 'roads to avoid cycling on' in San Diego. I heard it used to be quite nice until it was connected to the Mexican border crossing at I-188 in Tecate, after which it became way too crowded with speeding cars and trucks and has one of the highest accident rates in the county. On the northwest stretch between Rancho San Diego and Jamul it does have a good bit of road shoulder to ride on, however. After Jamul a gorgeous view develops on the slight descent toward Otay Lakes Rd. A curvy narrow highway, hardly any shoulder to speak of, lots of speeding RVs and trucks, and a gorgeous view to distract drivers all the way to Tecate. Hwy 94 isn't a road for sane cyclists to ride on voluntarily!

It was a relief when we finally turned right onto Otay Lakes Rd for the home stretch of the trip. Everybody was dragging a bit by this point, though I was familiar enough with the area to have saved some reserve just for the next 9 miles of strong headwind back to the west side of the lake, and did some serious pulling. That didn't help keep the group together, however. I wanted to stay just ahead of the two gals in our group that were struggling a bit, but I didn't dare losing touch with the two guys who were forging on ahead either, because they didn't know the route and I was afraid that they would miss the Wueste Rd turn off to go back to our start point.

Back west (and into the wind) on Otay Lakes Rd

In the end I had to drop the gals just before Skydive San Diego, tucked in and time trialed my way back to the guys and caught them just as the fastest one was about to keep heading west on Otay Lakes Rd at Wueste Rd intersection (it is a minor turn off that is really easy to miss) and had to ring my bell and shouted like crazy to get his attention. We waited there until the gals arrived a few minutes later before taking off again at a much easier pace in order to stay in a tighter group. None of us had seen the ride leader since the corner of Hwy 94 and Otay Lakes Rd where he waited to direct the rest of the group back west, so I was a bit concerned that he might have missed Wueste Rd turn off. A quick phone call and it turned out the dude had gone on ahead to the finish.

Up another Olympic Pkwy roller toward the finish!

The way back wasn't complicated, though, as we rolled up the 3 or 4 rollers on Olympic Pkwy back to the parking lot of Home Depot where we started. It was a long and hilly work out with lots of view and good company.


After this ride I was reminded of how difficult leading a group ride of this caliber must be, though. I really was spoiled when I started doing group rides with the LUNA Chix last year (they're predominantly woman riders, but they also welcome guys who will stay with the group rather than going off on attacks) since they always have at least 3 lead riders taking care of the group (a lead rider heading the way, a sweep rider at the back of the pack, and an intermediate rider who makes sure everyone makes the right turns along the route). Perhaps only 2 lead riders are enough for shorter and easier rides, but on punishing hilly ones like this ride you'd either need a marked course or a third, I think... That, or making all the riders study the route before hand!

Ramona - Black Canyon - Mesa Grande - Santa Ysabel morning group ride

I normally go explore unfamiliar roads on my own, but last Wednesday a few friends volunteered to come with me to check out Black Canyon Road, the unpaved back route connecting Ramona with Mesa Grande Indian Reservation. We had quite a road party!

Sunrise in Ramona, Ca.

We carpooled up to Ramona early enough in the morning to catch this pretty sunrise and a sky full of cirrus clouds. There wasn't much traffic on Main St/Hwy 78 yet as we made our way east to Magnolia Ave, our turn off from the main road.

Where pavement ends on Black Canyon Rd

Magnolia Ave soon turned into Black Canyon Road as it gently climbed north. After a couple of miles, the pavement ended and we continued on on the well graded dirt tract.

Black Canyon Rd a few miles north of Ramona.

 There was hardly any traffic at all. We were passed by three enthusiastic mountain bikers and a handful of cars and trucks, but spent most of the time enjoying the view of the surrounding canyon. There were a few patches of the road where the top layer was a bit soft for my 700x25 road tires, but most of the time the road surface posed no problem.

A shot up mile marker along Black Canyon Rd

A Steller's jay perusing the world from a branchy perch by Black Canyon Rd.

The road is quite twisty with some tight blind curves. We descended down to the Old Black Canyon Bridge where the road to Sutherland Lake branches off. A good photo-op if there ever is one!

Old Black Canyon Bridge. Est. 1913.

After the bridge the road started on a gentle climb toward Mesa Grande, the big mesa. The view was quite beautiful. After a mile or so we traded sandy dry view for rocky one as we passed an almost dried up roadside creek. I guess it should have been full of water this time of year, but only a trickle of spring was all there was. If we don't get more rain this spring we will surely be in for water restriction later in the year!

Roadside creek along Black Canyon Rd

We picked up lots of shady oaks as we climbed north. And then all of the sudden the oaks gave way to wide open green fields. We had arrived at Mesa Grande!

Mesa Grande

 Passing a cow pasture on the left, one of my friends spotted a mother cow in distress. She had obviously just given birth to a calf, which was lying unresponsive by the fence. She stood guard over the baby calf, umbilical cords still dangling from her rear, as we stopped to investigate. After a while two of us went looking for help for the cows at the ranch houses nearby. It turned out the ranchers weren't all that alarmed about the cow. The owner was off somewhere and his neighbors weren't keen on intervening (apparently ranchers don't like other ranchers looking in on their business). One friendly rancher did spend a few minutes chatting with us, though.

Green fields and wild daffodils along Mesa Grande Rd

We had planned on turning NW on Mesa Grande Rd to Lake Henshaw before turning back, but our pace was slower than expected, so we just turned east instead and headed for Santa Ysabel.

Mesa Grande Rd, looking east.

The top of the Mesa Grande featured gentle wide curves with rolling little hills. The last 2 miles east it dropped precipitously in a series of S-curves before leveling onto a straight run into Hwy 79. I was surprised to find that the road crew hadn't been by to fix the potholes and surface cracks on Mesa Grande Rd yet, since stage 1 of this year's Tour of California cycling race will pass through there in May.

Hwy 79 at Mission Santa Ysabel.

We turned south on Hwy 79 for a couple of relatively uncomfortable miles (it's a narrow two lane highway with very little shoulder and quite a few very speedy cars and trucks) before pulling into the welcoming pie shops of Santa Ysabel. I paid a visit to The Julian Pie Company for a really delicious hot slice of apple mountain berries crumble pie with two huge scoops of vanilla ice-cream... and did away in one sitting all the climbing I had done so far.

Lunch at Julian Pie Company in Santa Ysabel.

After all too sweet a brunch we hit the road again, headed west on Hwy 78 toward Ramona. It is a beautiful road with two gentle hills, though not much road shoulder to ride on and a whole lot of speedy trucks to share the street with. It was a relief to reach Witch Creek Mtn, and soon after that, the turn off to Old Julian Highway.

Heading west on Hwy 78 from Santa Ysabel.

Old Julian Hwy was the main road between Ramona and Santa Ysabel before Hwy 78 was laid. Now it's the extremely well paved back route beloved to cyclists for its beautiful scenery and near absence of cars and trucks. The Oasis Camel Dairy to the right right after it branches off from Hwy 78 is always a treat to stop and watch. Further down the road were also herds of sheep, goats, and even a stray flock of wild turkeys!

Old Julian Hwy denizens.

From Santa Ysabel to Ramona, Old Julian Hwy mostly descends (with a couple of steep pitches) in a delightfully curvy manner. As we neared Vista Ramona road junction Hwy 78 can be spotted meandering along to the north.

Looking north on Old Julian Highway

View north of Old Julian Highway just east of Ramona.

We reached the T-intersection and turned right (north) to stay on Old Julian Highway into Ramona (it reaches Main St/Hwy 78 as 3rd St). It was a beautiful spring morning ride, and, as it turned out, we lucked out a bit and got back to town just as the west wind began to pick up. It could get quite windy in the corridor between Ramona and Santa Ysabel, especially in the afternoon, so missing the wind made the ride's home stretch that much more enjoyable! The whole trip was 40 miles long with elevation gain of 2579 ft (all gentle climb at 5% grade or less).

Cold Ride from Valley Center to Borrego Springs for Montezuma Grade

So, I wrote the previous blog post listing all the notable road cycling climbs around San Diego that serve as stepping stones (or rites of passage, if you will) to gauge where you are as a local rider, and there was one climb on the list that I hadn't managed to ride up yet. That sort of things bugs me... So a few weeks ago I decided to fix it!

39F as the bus rolls into Escondido Transit Ctr. Not ideal cycling temperature!

And, man, was my timing sucky! It seems like every time I resolve to go out riding in the mountains despite of cold weather, the weather would then decide to warm up on the very next day. It did that to me again a couple of Tuesdays ago when I somehow got myself out of bed at 3:30am in order to catch the 4:54am bus from downtown to Escondido (where I would then connect on two more buses that would take me to Harrah's casino in Rincon, my starting point for a long day on the bike). It was 39F in downtown Escondido where I spent 30 minutes jogging and jumping in place to keep from turning into a solid pillar of very colorful ice waiting for bus 388 (back then it does this counter-clockwise loop from Escondido Transit Center thru Valley Center to Pala Rd and back via I-15. This has changed since) to arrive.

I could have gone inside the roofed and walled station restroom until closer to arrival time, of course, but there is only room for 2 bicycles on the bus and there was already another bike in the line with me and I didn't want to take the chance that more bikes would turn up looking to get on the same bus while I was gone. I had 5 layers on my torso, though just a pair of bib short and two layers of leg and arm warmers. They would have worked alright riding on a bike, but just hanging around at the cold bus station I was soon chilled to the bones.

Does that look cold? It was cold riding up Hwy 76. Frost still on the ground near S6 turn-off.

The Harrah's casino bus stop in Rincon wasn't the farthest stop the bus could have taken me before I had to start cycling, but I got out there because of the 7/11 shop and its really nice restroom. Long distance cyclists like me appreciate nice, spacious & clean restrooms so much we're willing to add a couple more hilly miles to the already long route just to indulge our bottoms a bit. It had taken me three hours just to get to Rincon from San Diego by bus. I took off on the bike a few minutes after 8am and shivered my way up Valley Center Rd.

A couple of miles east (and up) on Hwy 76 two of the five layers came off, along with the skull cap and a layer of arm & leg warmers. It's amazing how much heat your body generates with a bit of exercise! Of course, the wind-jacket was put back on 4 miles later as I passed the plateau where Hwy 76 intersects with SR6, Palomar South Grade Rd, and I spotted a downhill stretch diving around the corner. What horrible thing that little downhill bit of the road was! By the time the road leveled out near La Jolla Indian Reservation and started climbing again I was shaking so much that I could hardly hold a straight line. A quick stop at Lake Henshaw Resort store at 9:40am didn't warm me up much. It was 30F outside and windless. The lake was so still it almost looked frozen over.

Lake Henshaw on a frosty morning.

I could hardly resisted lingering a bit to take it the sight. It's a beautiful lake!

Anyhow, a left turn onto Hwy 79 and soon I began to appreciate the usefulness of the rumble strip. A rumble strip is the indentation of the center line along the narrow highways so that it creates mini-bumps when a vehicle veers onto it, creating a rumble noise (and quite a bit of vibration for the vehicle). Hwy 76 had rumble strip on its center lane and gave me a good heads up that I was about to be passed by a car that's veering onto the center line to give me room as it passes. Much of Hwy 79 north of the Hwy 76 intersection doesn't have rumble strip, however, and, with wind in my ears I was taken by surprised by a few really huge vehicles that didn't sound anything until they were right next to me... 

Hwy 79 thru Mataguay Reservation

Going north on Hwy 79 is almost like riding into Tolkien's Rohan, green rolling grass plain bordered in the distance by weather-making mountains. The road mowed right through a few little knolls and then surprised me with this mini twist lined by a rock formation as I passed through the Mataguay Indian Reservation.

Warner Ranch with Hot Springs Mtn in background

I turned right (east) onto San Felipe Rd right after the power sub-station just as the wind started to pick up. The road was on a gradual climb, but the wind was on my back, which helped a bit. This road is downright gorgeous! Cattle munching down endless supply of grass on both sides of the road, with gloomy looking Hot Springs Mountain hovering not very far away to the north. The sky was mostly sunny just about everywhere else except for right on top of Hot Springs Mountain. Being the tallest peak in San Diego County apparently comes with the right to make its own weather!

Montezuma Valley Rd (SR22) heading east toward Ranchita.

It was almost past 10am when I turned left onto SR22, Montezuma Valley Rd and was pleasantly surprised by... a bike lane! Not road shoulder, but bike lane, with sign posts and even white bike logo painted on the lane! My piked enthusiasm was well modulated by the next sign on the road, though. Expect strong wind for the next 17 miles up this road... Uggghhh!

Frozen Ranchita. There were even pockets of snow left on shady spots on the side of the road!

The Ranchita yeti. There's a big port-a-toilet next to the tree behind him.

The wind caution sign wasn't kidding. Just as I rolled into frost-covered Ranchita it was blowing a constant 15-20 mph with occasional gust that seemed bent on knocking me off the road. I wondered about that while stopping to admire the giant white yeti that serves as the town's landmark. If the Ranchita Country Store next door was heated, I didn't notice. I paid for another bottle of water and a Snicker bar and went back out into the freezing wind. It was almost 11am now and I really had to get going if I were to bag Montezuma Grade climb and make it back to Rincon to catch the 4pm bus 388 back into Escondido.

A curious trio of yard ornaments in Ranchita.

There really wasn't anything much in Ranchita side from the group of 3 buildings where the white yeti is (there's a museum hiding behind the little complex, too, and a big-ish port-a-toilet). SR22 was lined with ranches and their guard dogs. Another mile east and I passed the Anza-Borrego Desert Park entrance sign before the road commenced its famous 12 miles downhill drop to Borrego Springs. The Montezuma Grade isn't nicknamed The Glass Elevator for no good reason!


A breath-taking cycling descent! Pressed for time, though, I didn't go on into Borrego Springs proper but turned right around at the bottom of the grade to start right back up the mountain. It was now 11pm and I needed to make it back to Ranchita within 2 hours or so. This is when it quite sucks to not have a car as there was no practical bus service to San Diego from this area. (There are two buses from San Diego to Borrego Springs, but they only run once a week in each direction!). There wasn't much to look at at the start, heading up the rocky mountain, but after a few S-bends the view started to open up on the far side of the road and the gradient settled into a more or less constant 6% gnaw.

This being a Tuesday I only passed one other cyclist, though a few cars blew past me up the hill from the desert. There are stretches where the uphill side of the road widened into two full lanes plus a shoulder, however. Whoever put that in, thank you!

There were a few turn off scenic overlook spots on the downhill side of the road, but I didn't dare crossing over to them for a pause. The Glass Elevator was so twisty and I was inching up it so slowly that I would likely get nailed by the next car to speed out from the next curve. Besides, it's hard going starting back up after a pause on a climb like this. I shot a few video clips on my way up the hill and finally pulled over onto one of the scenic overlooks when I got within 3 or so miles from the top.

Various views from Montezuma Grade (Hwy SR22) from Borrego Springs to Ranchita

What can I say? It's a marvelously gorgeous road! And as marvelously gorgeous roads often do, Montezuma Grade makes you pay for its view... The last two miles to its crest was some of the most painful miles I've had to cycled up. The rocky banks gave way to bare desert shrubs that gave zero protection from the bone-chilling west wind that now blows directly in my face just as the slope spiked up to a mile long stretch of 8% grade. I was reminded of Anne Mustoe's despair as she cycled against endless headwind in Kansas:

"It Homer had known about bicycles, he would have devised another punishment for the souls of the damned in Hades - cycling for all eternity under a blazing sun along a straight, treeless road into the teeth of a hot, wild wind. I never doubted that I should make the crossing, but why did it have to be so hard?"
 - Anne Mustoe, A Bike Ride.

I was up and over the crest in Ranchita at bit past one, and roughly 35 miles laid between me and the bus ride home... Thirty five miles that had taken me a bit over 3 hours to cover on my way out. I had a gusting headwind to contend with for the next 10 miles or so, and it was now past 1pm. To heck with a rest stop at Ranchita, I needed to haul butt!

Can you spot the Palomar Observatory on the saddle-back of Palomar Mountain?

Luckily, I didn't quite realize that most of the way back was now downhill. Quite sooner than I thought I was back under the shadow of Palomar Mountain again, the white dome of its observatory gleaming in the afternoon sun.

After a quick stop to pick up a bottle of 7Up from the Lake Henshaw Resort store, I took off sprinting down Hwy 76 again. It was a bit past two now and there was a one and a half mile stretch of climbing left to do before the hair-raising downhill from South Grade Rd turn off down to Rincon and the bus. I could really hate Palomar Mountain for being in the way anytime I need to ride east from Valley Center in search for awesome country view, but the top of that big chunk of earth had grabbed hold of a low cloud and was in the process of covering itself with another coat of snow. The sight of that was so mesmerizing that I decided to forgive it its location and rode on down into Valley Center, arriving with just 10 minutes to spare before the next bus pulled up... happily with an empty bike rack on its front.

It was another 3 1/2 hrs before I could wearily wheel my bike into my room, wobbled into the shower before dropping into the relatively warm bed, however. I like living without a car most of the time, but the long bus commute to get to big sky biking country really isn't a loveable thing.