Contagious Fun at China Camp
Nine riders gathered this morning under a chilly fog to ride the gentle swoopy trails built by the greatly beloved California State Park ranger, Patrick Robards. Robards was the first in the county to embrace the growing population of riders and create trails at China Camp that would be do-able, legal by any trail requirements, and fun.
The result is a weekend frolic, ten swiftly ridden miles with very little climbing and magnificent views of the black, navy, green and sapphire bay that wraps around the San Pedro peninsula. We met Irish guys who obligingly took our pictures (thank you Peter and Collum), an English man who didn’t object to our scooting past him in a blur, and about ten different family groups, each with a four or five year old girl on her bicycle…
When the tree stump and the ‘tripod tree’ appeared halfway through the ride, I assembled a group shot.
Margit P. was on her first ever ride on this part of China Camp, and Rich Belson, fresh from Vancouver and newly ensconced in Garlicland, had never ridden here.
I get to aggravate my enthusiasm infection through the virgins.
Scooter turned 55 today, I told him Ned turns the same age tomorrow and hinted that Mr. Cunningham was enjoying his birthday the day after that, in perfect peace and without fanfare.