How 2: More Pine Mountain Trail
It's Really a Laguna Day Dream Ride
I worked my way up Chico, pleased to see that all of the downed trees were cleaned up. Thank you trail maintenance crew.
At the old county ride, I turned left, Los Gatos on my mind. Way, way out there, in the super long view, was snow-capped Mount San Gorgonio. It still trips my mind that “down” in the sunny San Diego mountains you can see snowy mountain tops in the distance.
If you descend Los Gatos and do not have a huge smiley face by the end of it, you really are doing everything wrong when it comes to mountain biking. (Unless you crashed in one of the rock gardens, but even then, your grimaced face will have a smile on it, a little bit.)
From the bottom of Gatos, I went right and then left and wound my way back up the east side of the meadows and then on down to Penny Pines. That ripper down to Penny Pines? I was hoping no one was coming up it, and they weren’t. I’m pretty sure the steel single steed was flexing all the way down.
That’s a Muntz up there. It’s a Rye IPA made by one of San Diego’s OG families of indie beer. It’s unfiltered, like they were doing things for some of what they did long before hazies became a trend. What’s the difference? It lacks the additive called “pretense.”
411: Post-ride grub and grog, if returning to San Diego city from the mountains = get grub at Tapatio’s in Alpine and then walk your take-out up the sidewalk to get your grog at Mcilhenney’s.
P.S. — I never spotted the lost keys.
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