Good morning, world! Here we are at Prospect Point shortly after dawn this morning, and you just have to trust that we came up the OTHER direction.
I was riding at the front of our little gang of three, and was so alert for oncoming cyclists, and one car, that I didn’t do much looking around.
We got a few dirty glances from the dozen other riders we encountered (at a safe distance) but only one comment. Just before we peaked, a man called, “Heads up for a coyote at the bottom of the hill. Or maybe a wild dog. I’m not sure.”
I did notice that the damage done to the park during the ’06 windstorm is much more evident from that direction.
And the climb is totally different—steadier and quite gentle rather than the stair steps of the usual route. And woodpeckers! So many. But maybe that was due to the early hour.