I have a work project in Sasebo Japan for the next few weeks. I arrived on Thursday night and was able to get my hands on a grade A piece-o-crap rental MTB complete with a 7-speed drivetrain, reflectors and a swanky kickstand. Unfortunately my luggage (that contained my bike stuff) did not arrive until Saturday. So despite the threat of a typhoon tracking through the region so I decided to get out while I could. So after ditching the kickstand and throwing on my pedals the bike was at its portly climbing weight and I was off up the mountain. Here are a few of the limited pictures I took while out and about on and around Mount Yumihari.
The view from the lookout on Ymihari.
In Japan the word for “locally sourced organics” is “food”
Two years ago this statue was hidden back in the woods and looked a little neglected. The area around this has been cut back and it is now easily visible from the road. It has also been painted to really show it off. It was nice to see that this has been pulled “out” of the woods.
Mount Eboshi in the distance before I head down off of Yumihari. I’ll be up onto of that mountain in the near future.
A wad of short blonde hair going in 27 different directionsu nearly buried under a pillow was all that could be seen of youngest son, Jake’s this past Sunday at 6:30AM when I went to wake him up. 13 year old boys are not fond of this time in the morning and he fully looked the part of a coma rattled teenager when I rousted him out of dreamland. We were headed out to Laguna Mountains for a different kind of bike ride.
A few week ago a good friend of mine Cliff Walker made an unscheduled dismount from the ride of life. I can’t use the word “close” and “dear” without feeling some sense of guilt. Cliff had lots of friends who were much more involved with his day-to-day life than I. Cliff was one of my “MTB Buds”. One of those friends that you primarily assoicate with while mountain biking. We have done a couple of road trips and races together as well as many rides and some epics together. A solid good person you just a joy to be around.
Jake and I were headed to the Laguna Mountains to join some of Cliffs other friends for a memorial ride. Twenty-nine riders gathered up to take a spin around Big Laguna Meadow and honor Cliff’s Life.
The ride was timed to end at about the same time that some of his family and no biking friends could gather up as well to celebrate Cliffs life. The gathering swelled to over 70 people who sit under the shade of the meadow’s pine trees to share and tell stories about how Cliff had touched each of thier lifes in some way. Cliff had a very diverse group of friends and the stories about Cliff I had never before really showed just how impressive a life he lived and how he had touched so many people’s life in a positve way.
There was more than a couple of stories that included Cliff’s perpencity to be the first person up the hill. More than a few of us recalled getting up to the top of the hill to find Cliff walking around in circles looking under the various bushes and behind the trees. Once we questioned Cliff would look at you with this devilish smirk and reply “I dropped a hammer have you seen it?” It was always good for a laugh and the celebration of his life gathering was no different. A special thanks goes out to Chip Brent for making the celebration event happen.
Afterwards, Jake was down for just a father/son ride. The memorial ride was just along the meadow and he had not down some of the other trails in the area before. We decided to add Wooded Hills and Los Gatos Ravine into the mix. A pretty significant event happened on the Wooded Hills climb. Jake was riding strong and then you decided to see how quick he could go. I saw him lift the pace and I was having a tough time matching it. It was not long before kicked up the pace enough more.
I saw the half-sly turn his head to see how far back I was. That was his moment. The moment when a Son knows he is beating his Dad something. Not just something, but his Dad’s thing. He knew he had me and he was not letting up. I knew he had me too, I was not going to catch him, the best I could do give a good showing for second place. I was weird mix of pride in my Son and a relevation that I’m slacking. Sure I could make excuses and rationalize things like the fact I weigh about 90lbs more than he does and I did a respectable climb after a couple of beers at the celebration but no matter who you slice it my son kicked my ass up that hill. I got to the top about 45 seconds behind Jake and he was already off the bike with his helmet off and was hoofing and puffing. After a bunch of praise from me, he looked a me with a very smirky look on his face and calmly said, “Yeah, I dropped a hammer. Did you see it?”
Man long time no post. The Dog Days of Summer have seemed to go on forever. I spent most of the summer either down by the coast or as high up in the mountains as I could get. La Costa, Lake Calavera, The San Clemente Singletracks and the Laguna Mountains have been the been most of my main riding haunts.
Of course there have been some excursions outside of the local range as well as places not fit for public blabbage. Here is a Pretty Cool Trail off the beaten path that during the right kind of weather would be within sight of Palm Springs.
Homebase of my employeer is Philadephia and I am part of small contigent of folks who take care of things here on West Side. Quite a few of my co-workers back in Philly are mountain bikers as well so we when they are out here we try to squeeze in some “Off Site” time with me playing Julie the cruise director. Here is Jonathan out of the Laguna Mountains lugging around my UZZI.
Some good summer monsoon clouds rolling in.
Rocking a log ride
I have been up on the Big Laguna Trail more times this summer than I have in quite a few years combined. Here is Michael Paul riding the big log on the Los Gatos Trail.
From the top of the of Los Gatos trail near Mount Laguna you can get in some awesome views when it is clear out. In the center of the picture above is downtown San Diego and Point Loma, 49.5 miles away as a crow flys.
Here is a zoomed in shot. The downtown buildings are in the middle and Point Loma is on the left hand edge of the screen. For a number of years I worked out at Point Loma and I always marveled at the handful of days in the winter when you could look at downtwon with snow capped mountains as the backdrop. It was pretty cool to see the view from the opposite direction on this day.
From another visit, here is my youngest son Jake making a run at the big log on the Los Gatos Trail.
This was a successful “One and Done” run for the log ride. I’m going to have to watch out for this boy.