OK, so wild is a bit of an exaggeration. We spent the weekend in the RV in the woods above Santa Cruz. I had hoped to get a nice ride in but the local roads a bit too narrow and a bit too well traveled for an old guy on a little folding bike. Fortunately I discovered a dirt road running through the state park next to where we were staying.
I got the bike out, unfolded it, stuck a water bottle in the rack, strapped on my helmet and set off on an adventure. The road went down to the left or up to the right. I chose up thinking I could always coast back down if it got too hard. It didn’t. Mr. Ed’s low gears make climbing pretty easy. Slow yes, but easy.
Unfortunately the road only went about a quarter mile before it emptied into a parking lot. Though I did get to see all the restriction signs and discovered there was no objections to bikes on these roads. One sign also taught me more about tiny invading New Zealand snails that I ever expected to know.
Back down the hill, past the gate where I came in, it was only another quarter mile to the train tracks. The road ended there but the there was a narrow path that followed the tracks so I followed the path. That lasted only about half a mile but the scenery was beautiful. The path was at the top of a steep hill with a river roaring beneath.
At the end of the path there was an even smaller path leading down to a calm point in the river that was populated by a gaggle of swimmers. It was too steep for the bike so I turned back. According to Google maps I went a whole 2.5 miles. An epic journey to be sure.