Summers in Northern California are brown; winters are green. It doesn't rain between about May and November. There can be fog, mind you. Drippy, blowy, cold fog. But that only tempers the inland heat, back in the hills, mostly out of reach of the marine layer. September can be brutal and October can be dangerous.
Today...today was perfect for cycling. Not too hot, not too cold, just right. The hills looked like animal hides. I almost wanted to scratch their giant, tawny contours.
The grass smells toasted at this time of year. It smells sharp and warm. So do the oaks, the madrones. But that lick of fog kept us on the moderate side of fire, of burn.
I rode the clockwise loop above and around Briones Reservoir. The Three Bears, as they're known to cyclists here, Mama, Papa and Baby, are all good climbs. If you're in good shape, they're not too slow, not too fast. They're just right.
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