Kneeland Bike Ride. 2.18.09
I ate a hard-boiled egg, then jumped on my Randonee for some rambling.

My destination was the top of that mountain in the distance, the one with the snow and radio towers.

I admired Indian Island on my way to Eureka.

I stopped at Three Corners Market for hot coffee and an apple fritter. Yum!

It was a tough climb. Part of the landscape is devastated, yet utilitarian.

As I got near the top, I could see Eureka in the distance.

Just uphill from the Kneeland Post Office, I came across plenty of snow and suddenly felt a cold, easterly wind. I was glad I had my mittens, but wished I had worn wool socks.

The snow was soft, and suddenly I had a hankering for some chocolate cake slathered in a marshmallow cream frosting.

It was spectacular.

I leaned my bike against a post to take a photo, but it was so windy that it blew over. Chilly!

I reached my destination, then bundled up for the trip home.
Total miles: 42
And so begins my official Tour of the Unknown Coast training.
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