Eight at the Gate.
Sun is looking us right in the eye as we go up NGR.
|What's JB smiling about?|
|Friendly Bianchi girl chats us up. |
She said she came from Palo Alto to ride
Diablo with her dad who hadn't yet arrived at Junction...
she DROPPED her DAD!!
|I was hoping for a cool shot of a rider descending|
with this burned up terrain in the background...
but it didn't happen.
|I thought of the coolest caption while I was riding up The Wall -|
but then the blood supply to my memory banks was interrupted.
|Excursion to the newly-finished observation deck... looks nice.|
|I've never done this hike... maybe someday.|
|Looking toward Central Valley|
|This shapely rider carved the corners like an artist, but|
she didn't have much for top-end speed
|Two dudes, abiding.|