|Open space, and likely to stay that way.|
McKean bends around the Calero Reservoir, the first of three reservoirs I visited. The parking lot at the reservoir was full of trucks with empty boat trailers, but none of them appeared to be on the water. Odd.
|Calero Reservoir, looking north.|
|A wavy barn on Casa Loma Road|
|The gate on Casa Loma Road|
The open space maps imply that the trails around here are open to bikes, so this should be worth a return trip on fatter tires. This isn't exactly an easy place to get to, but the parking lot had plenty of cars.
I headed back to McKean, which at this intersection turns into Uvas Road and runs through a sort of valley along Llagas Creek. The little whitewashed bridges that cross the creek from time to time are all dated 1923. I found myself thinking that there probably wasn't much around in those days, but then again there's really nothing much along this road now, either. And that's just fine.
At one point along this section I was passed by two new Corvettes, and then three sixties-era Corvettes. No idea where they were going, and needless to say I couldn't keep up.
|A very full Chesbro Reservoir|
Oak Glen Avenue continues past the dam into Morgan Hill, but since I wanted to continue exploring Uvas Road, I turned around at the dam.
|Chesbro Reservoir, with Loma Prieta in the background|
|Cows lounging next to Croy Road|
|The area of the mudslide, now cleared|
|The entrance of Sveadal|
According to the park brochure "uva" is spanish for grape, and all the things named Uvas around here (the canyon, the creek, and by extension the reservoir and road) were named for wild grapes that were once abundant.
After a little rest and a quick snack, it was time to head back down to Uvas Road, and then south to the reservoir.
Apparently that's Twin Peaks in the middle. Where's the other one?
|Llamas! Llamas on Watsonville Road|
Marginally interesting factoid: the town isn't named after a hill. According to the Wikipedia entry, it's named after a person called Hiram Morgan Hill. Who knew?
|A water tower in Morgan Hill|
But that cruel wind wasn't blowing air, or at least not entirely. It was stinky, which it turns out was probably because I was passing the Monterey Mushroom farm and the nearby "spent compost" heaps. Ripe stuff.
|A whole lot of nothing north of Morgan Hill.|
Nothing but wind, anyway.
In the end it was about 64 miles, just over a metric century. The Garmin recorded about 1900 feet of climbing overall, which is mostly over the rolling hills. I was pretty spent when got back home, but it was a day well spent.