Ho! Ho! Ho!

To counter my overindulgance in gravy, meat products and adult beverages, I snuck out of the house today for a bike ride.



I wanted to test out Lance Armstrong's statement that "it's not about the bicycle," so I used my old five-speed Schwinn Suburban.



I headed north along the Hammond Trail.




Here's an old Hammond Railroad track.



It was cool and gray. Trinidad was my destination.



The way this sign is written, I can only assume it's intended for tandems. Right? So I rode recklessly down the hill rather than walk.



I was making good time on the Suburban.



This was the biggest hill I had to climb. Big whoop.



I was wet and cold when I reached Scenic Drive, but in good spirits. This is the view looking south.



I carried my bike down to Luffenholtz Beach and admired the surf.



We've had a lot of rain. as is evident by the amount of water in Luffenholtz Creek.



When I got to Trinidad, there was a massive present waiting for me!



The next stop was the Trinidad Memorial Lighthouse...



...then the Trinidad Pier.


The crab fleet took Christmas off.



Some history.



Then I pedalled home. Although the total trip was only about 21 miles, I'll wager that it's the longest single trip this old bike has ever been on.