Kevin and I thought climbing
Palomar instead of riding our trainers sounded like a great idea. And it was. The climb was beautiful. It was 54 F at the base and 35 F at the top. It started drizzling about 500 feet before the top, but nothing terrible.
Descending was another story. Sleet, wind, rain, numb fingers - those five words pretty much sum it up. I stopped several times because I was shaking so bad I thought I might crash off a cliff.
I'd do it again in a heartbeat. A friend to ride with, hot cider that tasted amazing afterward, and some
thank goodness we have heaters moments. Cedric made his first Palomar climb in classic winter fashion.
Descending was another story. Sleet, wind, rain, numb fingers - those five words pretty much sum it up. I stopped several times because I was shaking so bad I thought I might crash off a cliff.
I'd do it again in a heartbeat. A friend to ride with, hot cider that tasted amazing afterward, and some thank goodness we have heaters moments. Cedric made his first Palomar climb in classic winter fashion.
