Saturday I took Erin up Mt. Diablo for her first time. Our ride got interrupted by emergency vehicles and a helicopter landing on the road. A cyclist coming down the road hit a vehicle going up. Smashed into the driver side door and then the hillside. They took him away in the helicopter.
Soon after we saw a guy off his bike, taking a photo of something in the road. Before I reached him, I could hear it - a rattlesnake coiled up and ready to strike. Evidently he had run over the snake. GAH!
The temperature started to rise and we ended up stopping a few more times before finally making it to the top. Great views along the way and from the top.
Yesterday the forecast was for 95 in Fremont. I took Boomer up to the Oakland hills where I knew the trails would be nicely covered by huge Redwood trees. We ran for close to two hours and were able to stay nice and cool.
When I got back into Fremont it was 91 degrees. Keith suggested we head down to Santa Cruz for the afternoon. We took five minutes to pack the necessities and we were at the beach in an hour. We spent 3.5 hours relaxing in the sun, listening to the waves. Pure bliss I tell ya!
Some people say this is why we pay the big bucks to live in California. I say it's worth it!