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I started off at 9 AM sharp on a day whose forecast was a sunny 72° F. For the first time in a while, I was wearing shorts. Spring is here, I guess.
|Uvas Reservoir, looking north from the dam|
|A farm along Day Road|
My plan was to stop in Gilroy to eat some lunch. I got there a little early, near 11, and not quite hungry. More to the point, there was nowhere to eat, because it turns out I wasn't quite in Gilroy, I was a little north of it. So I headed south on a road paralleling 101 (on maps the road seems to be called "No Name" road) until I came to one of those huge shopping areas -- big orange buildings with national brands. This one appeared to be about two-thirds empty, but there was a functioning McDonald's at the southern end, and I got lunch. Then it was back north to my previously-scheduled ride.
|End of the line|
Shortly after the Hunting Hollow entrance to Henry Coe State Park, the road is gated, on the far side of a bridge. Now, this is the sort of restriction I might be willing to ignore, but not this time. While the area is closed, there are tours offered every Saturday at 10, and by the presence of cars along the road up here, the tour must still be there. So if I hopped the fence I stood a 100% chance of being caught. That's OK; I knew about that before I started, so I just turned around.
I backtracked to Cañada Road and headed south. I paused on the road to let a group of perhaps a dozen pheasants cross. In this valley the grass was remarkably green, whereas most other areas seem to still be brown. I wonder why that is?
|Fields along Cañada Road|
|California Poppies on Cañada Road|
I took Monterey north, in the interest of seeing whatever Gilroy's main drag had to offer. It was certainly more interesting than the shopping malls. But the town grew more sparse as I continued north, and the wind grew stronger. Eventually I was slogging north on an ugly road and against the wind, regretting my choices.
I passed through Morgan Hill, then shifted over to Santa Teresa Boulevard and continued north through fields and mushroom plants. Finally I reached suburbia, now sheltered from the wind, and headed home.
|Elevation profile. See a note about data for details.|