I have a one-week project to manage at the county airport, working nights, which gives me mucho time during the day to have some fun.
Today I parked on the Cal State campus to launch a ride on my MTB up into the surrounding grazed hills. Boy, this is one outta shape dude here! Good no one was around to see me stop often to catch my breath but the horses. And they all wanted to be petted - one-by-one they approached, some didn’t want the stroking to stop, at least until this one male showed up, who came huffin’ and puffin’ over a hill with this cocky attitude.
Of course I understand it was me who was surround by six of the mares waiting in line for my personal attention, and not he: geesh! getta grip, stud. He moved on after checking me out, finding me harmless to his harem, but not before licking parts of my bike (strange custom?!); it came to a point when I had to shoo away “leather lips” as he and the others were getting waaaaay too close to my water bottles. Yucky smucky, alfalfa aroma.
OK, so it wasn’t cow trailing, though horse trailing sounds rather odd. It was sure fun to ride my bike up & around the oak-covered hills; no whoops either, as they were predominantly hoofed-established trails.
The cowboy cookies (meadow/mountain muffins?) – at least the dark ones – were to be avoided at all costs as my MTB stays with me in the hotel room. Quite the maneuvering challenge.
There’s some awfully pretty country here along California’s central coast. For riding, there’s the Los Padres NF (Pozo) where the Cal Poly Penguins used to run a D/36 enduro; don’t know if they still do. Ballinger Canyon is ~ 1 hour + away, and Cold Creek can’t be that far either. Any DRNers live in these parts?