Mount Tamalpais Ride Addendum

Finally received the GPS software and have been mucking around with it. Here are some of the results.


The red line is the entire route. The blue line, overlaying the red, is actually a large number of blue diamonds, each representing a discrete GPS trackpoint. For some reason, the GPS unit had more trouble maintaining a lock on the streets of San Francisco than on the mountains and valleys in Marin.



Elevation profile. The blue diamonds each represent a trackpoint left by the GPS device. Somehow, I think TOPO!'s estimation of my total elevation gain for the trip as 7708 feet is grossly exaggerated. My manual calculations yielded 5564 feet.



My housemate took the GPS data, fed to Goggle Earth, and obtained the follow interesting results.

This a view of part of Coastal Trail descending from Coyote Ridge (elevation 900 ft) to Muir Beach (sea level). You not only can set the angle of the view, but the altitude as well. The "eye" here is looking straight down from 1437 ft.



The "eye" is now at a theoretical altitude of 822 ft and looking east. On the right is the descent of Coastal trail to Muir Beach in the center, before climbing 450 feet up Shoreline Highway 1 to take Coastal trail (on the left) 2121 feet upwards to the East Peak of Mount Tamalpais. You can also see a little bit of Eldridge Grade as it winds down the flanks of the mountain.



Eldridge Grade's torturous turns as it descends from the East Peak of Mount Tamalpais, as well as the giant rollercoasters of Old Indian trail (section after Dawn Falls).



I find this especially humorous. Look at my tracks. Like a mouse in a maze. Yes, I was lost here.



After 14 hours 9 minutes, the GPS device finally ran out of batteries.



706 Meadowsweet Drive, where I stayed for the night.



Distance manually measured with map and mechanical mapwheel = 65.12 miles / 104.19 km.
Distance measured by GPS device and TOPO! = 65.70 miles / 105.12 km.
I guess I wasn't too far off :-)

Two articles

The first article concerns the United Kingdom:


Outraged Europeans Take Dimmer View of Diversity
Attitudes are hardening in many countries amid spectacular violence by Islamic extremists and the perceived failure of integration efforts.

By Jeffrey Fleishman, Ralph Frammolino and Sebastian Rotella, Times Staff Writers. September 5, 2005

LONDON — It was less than genteel, not the kind of thing a Londoner liked to admit, but Matthew Pickard couldn't help himself when drawn into a discussion about the recent bombings on the city's transit system. There is an "undertow," he said, a feeling of resentment toward ethnic communities that had long been welcomed.

"My friends, who are all educated and professionals, they're saying, 'What gives those people the right to come up from other countries and set up homes and set up families and then start bombing and maiming people?' " the 33-year-old engineering consultant said. "They just don't move in and integrate with society. They move in and take over. I just think enough's enough."

Since the July 7 attacks that killed 52 commuters, an increasing number of Britons have become worried that their nation has been too tolerant of foreigners. Enticed by generous asylum laws, jobs, welfare benefits and a commitment to racial cohesion, millions of immigrants, many from nations once part of the British empire, have found a home here. But their presence is being challenged, especially in the case of people from Muslim cultures.

The frustration and anger in Britain resonate across a continent where deadly attacks in Spain and the Netherlands over the last 18 months have tested faith in multiculturalism. From Rome to Paris to Berlin, governments are rethinking the balance between civil rights and national security, proposing tighter immigration and asylum laws and drafting tougher measures against voices of hate.

Many Europeans' suspicion of Islam underscores deeper concerns about the failure to integrate ethnic communities that are now seen as spinning away from Western influence. Nations are confronting years of troubled immigration policies that critics say have produced false portraits of social harmony. Cities such as Amsterdam, for example, cast a veneer of tranquillity over smoldering ethnic tensions. Late last year, a Muslim radical with links to a terrorist cell fatally stabbed the Dutch director Theo van Gogh on a city bike path. The killer was apparently angered by a Van Gogh film that was critical of Islam.

The integration question is growing more complex. Many poor immigrant neighborhoods are crowded with the children and grandchildren of people who arrived half a century ago. These immigrants are full-fledged European citizens, holding passports, speaking the languages their parents never mastered and benefiting from generous welfare systems.

But many of them don't feel welcome. They have sought to define their identity with a defiant brand of globalized Islam, a disturbing dynamic that allows radicals to conceal their intentions in nations they are adept at navigating. Londoners were stunned that three of the four men accused of carrying out the July 7 bombings were born and raised in Britain.

Multiculturalism "was thought to be a source of strength, but it has proved to be a source of rebellion," said Mufti Abdul Kadir Barkatulla, senior imam of the North Finchley Mosque in North London, once a place of worship for suspects in the failed July 21 copycat attack on the transit system. "Diversity has its economic and cultural strengths. But it has proven, security-wise, it is vulnerable."

No major European country has found the perfect answer to the question of integration. Britain's liberal approach urged immigrants to blend in while keeping their distinctive cultural backgrounds. This improved relations but allowed radical clerics to flourish in ethnic neighborhoods. France preferred that its immigrants mute their lineages and adopt all things French, a policy that has contributed to the anger of legions of Muslim men living in slums outside Paris. Germany opened its borders to "guest workers," most of them Turks, beginning in the 1960s. But the nation didn't intend for them to stay, creating a cultural limbo in which Germans kept their distance even as the Muslims became citizens and severed ties to their native lands.

Suspicion has widened such divides. Many apprehensive Europeans are taking the view that certain factions of Islam, including radicals seeking a worldwide religious caliphate, are at odds with multiculturalism and the principles of Western democracy.

This was reflected in a Dutch intelligence report following the Van Gogh assassination. The report's less than politically correct tone reflected the larger Dutch sentiment that the state, which supports affirmative action and funds Muslim schools and Arabic-language TV stations, has been too soft for too long.

Puritanical Islamic groups "want Muslims in the West to reject Western values and standards, propagating extreme isolation from Western society and often intolerance towards other groups in society," said the December report of the AIVD intelligence service. "They also encourage these Muslims to [covertly] develop parallel structures in society and take the law into their own hands. What they mean is that Muslims in the West should turn their backs on the non-Islamic government and instead set up their own autonomous power structures based on specific interpretation of the Sharia," or Islamic law.

Many Muslim leaders, however, say Europe has a historical prejudice toward foreigners, especially its Islamic population, which has doubled over the last decade to as much as 15 million. They argue that multiculturalism sounds eloquent but lacks credibility on a continent imbued with nationalism and skeptical of all that is not Christian and white. Germany, for example, has 3 million Muslims in a population of 82 million, but only two of the 601 members of parliament are Muslim. In its capital, Berlin, unemployment among Turks runs at about 45%.

Burhan Kesici, a leader of the Islamic Federation in Berlin, recounted a recent experience during the Islamic holy month of Ramadan to illuminate Europe's cultural divide. "We were attending a conference on European integration. We couldn't pray because we didn't want to interrupt the meeting," he said. "An imam I was with said to me: 'How can we Muslims integrate any more than we have already? We didn't pray when we should have prayed. We didn't eat right after sunset, and now we're in an Italian restaurant that serves alcohol.' "

Relations had seemed less distant between cultures in Britain, or at least London. Just days before the July 7 bombings, civic leaders had lauded the capital's "unique multiculturalism" as critical to the city's winning bid to host the 2012 Olympic Games. The selection was a recognition, said the chairman of the Commission for Racial Equality, "that our capital offers the best real-world answer that humanity has to the challenge of ethnic and religious diversity."

Many Muslims appeared to agree with the assessment. "The most important popular food now is curry, not fish and chips," said Ahmed J. Versi, editor of the London-based Muslim News. In 2004, "Mohammed" jumped more than 15 places on the list of Britain's most popular names for newborn boys, ranking behind Jack, Joshua, Thomas and James.

But by then questions about multiculturalism were being raised, including in the prominent liberal magazine Prospect, which published an essay titled "Too Diverse?" Some Muslim leaders were also worried about rising extremism among Britain's 1.6 million Muslims, with mosques echoing with fiery anti-Western rhetoric. Ten extremist clerics were arrested recently and targeted for deportation under Prime Minister Tony Blair's new anti-terrorism measures.

"There was a lax attitude on the part of British authorities to the congregations of extremists here," said Barkatulla, the imam, who recently took a break from evening prayers and sat in the mosque basement. "They were far too diplomatic.

"England had its own single culture and a very homogeneous society," Barkatulla said. "And then multiculturalism came with post-World War II. England had such a strong natural identity that it never thought the small pockets of immigrants would cause a problem…. Because of multiethnicity and multiculturalism, the idea of sub-identities was allowed to flourish, and ghettos developed. Locality after locality was lost. They don't seem to belong to England."

Such an atmosphere developed throughout much of Europe. Governments such as that of Germany, where ethnic and religious hate produced the Holocaust, wanted to avoid accusations of discrimination and did not aggressively police immigrant neighborhoods. This allowed radical Islam to exist against the stated, but undefined, goal of ethnic unity.

The French are amazed at the British willingness to tolerate ideologues. The French government routinely arrests and deports foreign imams accused of advocating holy war or fomenting ethnic hatred. The practice has intensified at the urging of regional intelligence chiefs, who feel that targeting radicals is a more surgical weapon than politically popular tactics such as cracking down on the Islamic veil, which is banned in public schools.

Despite crime, tension and rising extremism in vast housing projects where the Muslim population tends to concentrate, the French have one of the best security records in Europe. The intelligence division of the national police systematically monitors radical mosques, housing projects, Islamic butcher shops and even travel agencies to keep tabs on suspicious activities, business and foreign travel. Anti-terrorism magistrates have extensive powers enabling them to jail suspects for up to four years pending trial on minimal evidence.

An uneasy Britain now appears to be heading closer to the French model. "Let no one be in any doubt — the rules of the game are changing," Blair said in calling for shutting down radical mosques, deporting extremists and outlawing organizations that instigate hate. "Coming to Britain is not a right. And even when people have come here, staying here carries with it a duty."

On a recent Sunday morning, an elderly British woman who gave her name only as Mum sold carpets in the Brick Lane market, located in a mostly Bangladeshi neighborhood in London's East End. She and her son had worked on this street for years, watching new faces come, watching things change.

Her assessment: "This country will end up with fire and water, and it won't work out. Too many of them here."

She mentioned one of the radical clerics the government wants to deport. "He says he hates England, but he liked the money that's going with it and the free house. If he doesn't like England, why doesn't he go back to where he's from? I'm not the only one who says that. There are hundreds of people who are saying that."

Not far away, Mohammed Abdul, a British-born pharmacy school graduate, handed out Islamic literature in the rain, hoping for converts. He said he hadn't detected any change in the air of gentility surrounding race relations since the July attacks.

"I'm actually proud and quite impressed that this society is so firm in their roots," he said. "They've gone through World War II and have proven themselves unwavering in their stance. They will not be intimidated and start to panic."

Times staff writer Janet Stobart contributed to this report.

(Source)


The second article, a tad dated, is about Australia:


Minister tells Muslims: accept Aussie values or 'clear off'
August 24, 2005

Federal Education Minister Dr Brendan Nelson says he will be meeting the Australian Federation of Islamic Councils (AFIC) to develop ways to teach so-called Australian values to Muslim school children.

But Dr Nelson says those who do not accept and teach Australian values should "clear off".

One of the recommendations at Prime Minister John Howard's terrorism summit yesterday was for Islamic schools to be encouraged to denounce extremism and teach about Australian traditions and culture.

The Minister says it is important for all groups to be integrated into the Australian community, whatever their religion.

"If you want to be an Australian, if you want to raise your children in Australia, we fully expect those children to be taught and to accept Australian values and beliefs," he said.

"We want them to understand our history and our culture, the extent to which we believe in mateship and giving another person a fair go, and basically if people don't want to support and accept and adopt and teach Australian values then, they should clear off."

But a prominent Muslim educator says Australian values and traditions are already being taught in Islamic schools.

The deputy president of the Australian Council of Islamic Education in Schools, Silma Ihran, says the Minister should meet with school leaders to get a clear understanding of what is actually being taught.

"We have a document in all of our schools and we've all been receiving, through associations such as Independent Schools Association, professional development on how to actively incorporate the state of Australian values that are in this document, called Australian Values for Schools, as part of our teaching process," he said.

Meanwhile, Muslim educators are calling on Mr Howard to include their representatives in future summits with the Islamic community.

Ms Ihran, who is also the principal of the Nooral Houda Islamic College in Strathfield in Sydney, says Mr Howard must consider the wider Muslim community and its youth before making decisions about the teachings of Islamic schools.

"The Federation of Islamic Councils is an excellent body, but it doesn't represent the majority of the community and it itself isn't aware of some of these programs which are really the ones that the Government should be working with, to make sure that their concerns over the issues of values and citizenship are really addressed properly," she said.

Prime Minister John Howard says the Government is willing to go inside mosques, prayer halls and Islamic schools to ensure they are not preaching terrorism.

"I mean I have no desire and nor is it the Government's intention to interfere in anyway with the freedom or practice of religion," he said.

"But we have a right to know whether there is, within any section of the Islamic community, a preaching of the virtues of terrorism."

(Source)


Food for thought, eh?

Mount Tamalpais Ride

Warning: dial-up users beware, many pictures (60).


Decided not to wait any longer for my GPS software to arrive. I don't know when the owner of James Associates is going to return from his Labor Day holiday and get round to mailing my CDROM, so here is my trip report minus the elevation/distance charts.

Update: elevation profile added here.

Prologue:
After several non-starts and postponements, I had it and, despite not having slept a wink the night before (Bad idea. Don't do it), decided to attempt Mount Tamalpais, off-road and from San Francisco. And so, I left my apartment at 5:45 AM on Aug 31 2005 with my pack to catch the 6:01 AM northbound CalTrain to San Francisco.

Here is a map. The black line originating from the lower right, from the San Francisco 4th and King CalTrain station marks the to and fro route on the San Francisco side. The red line was the planned (longer) return route, where I will bag Stinson Beach on the way back. After the red dot, which marks the summit of Mt. Tamalpais, the black line marks my actual (shorter) return route.


San Francisco 4th and King CalTrain Station 7:45 AM Aug 31, 2005.


Half a mile north of the CalTrain station: it was only here that the Garmin Forerunner 201 could get a satellite lock.


Tourist trap Pier 39 Fishermen's Wharf at 8:30 AM.


Panorama view: the artificial lagoon on your right is Aquatic Park, home to several historic sailing ships and the training ground of many cold-water swimmers. Right behind the trees is a 262.4 ft (80m) climb to the top of Fort Mason (which is now an affordable hostel).


Panorama view from Fort Mason: Golden Gate Bridge, Slacker Hill, Sausalito and Tiburon in the distance.


Crissy Field recreational area. Lots of cute dogs here.


Crossing the Golden Gate Bridge on the east side.


A view of the Marin Headlands from the center of the Golden Gate Bridge. From left to right: Hawk Hill (900 ft), Kirby (900 ft), and Slacker Hill (930 ft). The road leading up is Conzelman Road.


Conzelman Road peaks at Hawk Hill before meandering down to Point Bonita Lighthouse.


Coastal trailhead. The shrubs and bushes along the trail are not as friendly as they seem: some of them are Poison Oak. The sign state: Rodeo Beach 2.7 miles; Tennessee Valley 7.0 miles; Muir Beach 12.2 miles. The yellow flowers on the right are those of the Dill weed (tastes really good in scrambled eggs).


A view of Rodeo Valley from the Coastal Trailhead. Mt Tamalpais can be observed in the distance.


Descending Coastal Trail was a blast (no rangers with radar guns and $135 speeding tickets for going over 15 mph on weekdays. Woohoo!). Taking a breather at the Marin Headlands Visitor Center parking lot. Rodeo Trail, lagoon, beach and Fort Cronkhite behind me. Rodeo Beach has the prettiest multi-colored sand particles, in different sizes. Someday I will drive up there with a glass bottle or two and fill them up as keepsakes.


This picture needs no introduction: Miwok trailhead (elevation 30 ft). The foliage may look romantic, but they mainly consist of Poison Oak. Personally, I prefer the previous picture.


Miwok trail (elevation 600 ft): a view of Tennessee Valley (elevation 200 ft), and Coastal trail, which climbs to 900 ft.


Old Springs trail: sweet singletrack that bombs down to the Miwok Livery Stables. The trail on the left is the return portion of Miwok trail from Muir Beach.


I became overconfident due to my new tires' phenomenal cornering grip and forgot that, while I can corner faster, I haven't learned to read my line that fast yet. My front wheel went into a deep rut after a corner. The result? A spectacular crash and "endo" at speed. A friendly bush caught me though. Whew! My left pedal released my foot, but not my right. One bolt ripped out and the cleat position was displaced.


As I did not think to bring spares (who would think to bring spare cleat sets???), I thought the ride was over. Then, upon examining the assembly, I realized that Shimano engineers are geniuses. There are four bolt holes in the mounting plate. The cleat only need two to function. I.e. the other two are redundant. Praying that it was the mounting plate's threads that stripped and not the bolt's, I rotated the mounting plate top to bottom, and Voila! I'm back in business.


Ripeness is all: the aroma of horseshit in Miwok Livery Stables greets me. Breathe, my friend! Breathe! *Choke!* *Gasp!* *Retch!* I know I've taken a picture of this before but I love this sign.

Halfway through Coyote Ridge trail downhill: taking a break to let my brakes/rims cool (you don't have to do this with disc brakes). A view of Muir Beach, Muir Beach Overlook (elevation 500 ft) and Muir Beach Community.


A panoramic view. East Peak of Mt. Tamalpais on the right.


Muir Beach. Had a lunch of an energy bar here. It's pretty ridiculous that Muir Beach lacks a water source / water access point for the public. The silver container with a black flip-top in the other bottle cage is a Cage Rocket, which contains my Gu Energy Gel, energy bars, Espresso Shot candy and rehydration salt mixes.


After 500 feet of climbing along Shoreline Highway 1: Muir Beach Overlook. The first time I visited this place on a bicycle.


2/3 of a mile north of Muir Beach Overlook is the Coastal trailhead.


View of Shoreline Highway 1 snaking northwards towards Stinson Beach.


The trailhead is easy to miss from the road if you are driving. On the right is my destination: the East Peak of Mount Tamalpais.


Two trailheads? Hmm...


Shoreline Highway 1 and the Pacific Ocean below me as I climb up Coastal trail.


Coastal trail has a multi-faceted personality: it begins as an unshaded singletrack meandering up the mountain, then it slips into shady groves like these...


Only to wind its way out...


And turn into a fire road. A view southwards.


1000 ft of climbing later: Pantoll Ranger Station (elevation 1500 ft).


Second lunch break: another energy bar. Yeah, it comes out looking like this as well (and probably tastes the same too!). Highlight: as I was munching, I lost count of the number of thumbs up, "V" signs, and honks, made to me by passengers and drivers as they whizzed by on Panoramic Highway.


Onward to the summit: Old Stage Road.


Fresh air and a gentle incline with dappled sunshine = heaven on wheels.


Climbing upwards towards West Point Inn (the patch devoid of vegetation on the left). Also, a view eastwards of Mill Valley, Strawberry (the first peninsular) and Tiburon (the second peninsular).


Old Stage Road hugging the side of the mountain.


West Point Inn (elevation 1780 ft). A possible place to crash in if one can't get off the mountain before dark. Rustic accommodations at $30 a night with a tiny shared 5' x 5' bathroom out in the back. No electricity though. Not sure if they have hot water either. Better than being mountain lion bait out there in the night, I guess. Note: no sheets or blanket provided. Brrrr!


Just found out from a website that West Point Inn sells bottled water, lemonade, energy bars, and other goodies, all for a very reasonable $1 a piece. A couple glasses of cool lemonade would have been heaven. I should have gone inside (like the guy who took this picture).


Taking a break and contemplating Mount Diablo across the bay.


A view of the East Peak of Mt Tamalpais from Old Railroad Grade.


Onwards to the top...


East Peak Gardner Lookout of Mount Tamalpais (elevation 2571 ft / 784 m). The structure is used by the Fire Service to spot wildfires.


Moi. No, I'm not taking a whiz.


Summit panorama: from left to right, Lake Lagunitas, Richmond-San Rafael Bridge, Mt. Diablo.


What was hidden by the wall on the right: Strawberry, Tiburon, Angel Island, Richardson Bay Bridge, Sausalito, Marin Headlands, Golden Gate Bridge, San Francisco.


The descent.


7:25 PM: spent too much time resting on a bench, eating and hydrating, and now I have less than 20 minutes of daylight left to get off the mountain. Ordinarily, I would not have chosen this trail, as it is rated "difficult" and described as "rocky," but a passing rider said it was "not that bad." Well, I forgot that he was riding a full-suspension mountain bike.

Boy, did I find out just how difficult: the upper section of the trail is littered with loose rocks the size of apples, grapefruits and melons. Hardtails have a difficult time dealing with these, especially at speed. Had a nasty crash here. No friendly bush to save me this time. Landed on rocks. Huge bruise on right thigh (6 inches across), bashed my right knee, and bent the rear derailleur hanger (either that or I bent the XTR rear derailleur). I sure hope Specialized still stocks spare parts for my bike, or else it's time to hunt for another frame. Later, back at home, I found a write up on Eldridge Grade with the warning that "riding down Eldridge Grade will remove any loose fillings." Well, it certainly earned a testimonial from me.


Before Eldridge Grade swings north, it branches southwards into a monstrous roller-coaster trail called Indian Fire Road. That was the next trail I had to take. With peaks as high as 60 feet and dips just as deep, these huge jumps must be exhilarating during the day, absolutely terrifying in the dark. Got out of the forest at 8:14 PM onto Crown Road, Kent Woodlands.


It was rather difficult trying to find the bike path corridor at night, all the more so when I have never seen it during the day. I cycled around the cities of Kentfield, Greenbrae, Lakespur and Corte Madera for 2 hours looking for the bike path, occasionally locating sections of it, riding them for 10 to 15 minutes, before being inevitably lost again. It was incredibly frustrating. I was also getting tired, hungry, and cold.

The final hurdle involved locating a section of the bike path which leads to a tunnel under Alto Hill. I cycled around the city for an hour, never realizing that it was 50 feet away, right across the street. My tired mind assumed that the structure was just another sheltered bench for park users. When I finally realized my error at 11 PM, I was too tired to continue. I also realized the futility of rushing back to San Francisco to catch the last southbound CalTrain (12:01 AM) as the Golden Gate Bridge is closed to pedestrian and cyclists after 9 PM. Postscript: I later found out that the map I bought is erroneous (one of its many). The Corte Madera - Alto Tunnel is not open to passage yet. Note: found out that cyclists can cross the Golden Gate Bridge at all hours on the East side. Stand before the gate (where the security camera can see you) and press the red button. A buzzer will sound and the gate will slide open. Repeat on the other end of the bridge.


12:30 AM Sept 1: heated motel room, hot shower, and a $12 artery-clogging sourdough burger on the table. I think I earned it. All I had to eat were the entire day were 5 Gu Energy Gel packets (100 calories each) and 3 energy bars (220 calories each). In any case, I only slept 90 minutes due to exhaustion, after which I was awaken by the pain from my crash wounds (aspirin didn't help). Still, IMHO, the hot shower alone was worth the price of admission.

While I was futilely trying to get some more sleep, my housemate was driving around Mill Valley the entire night, cruising the streets looking for me. So sorry, dude. Next time I will be sure to call him a second time--to let him know that I am safely holed up somewhere for the night. My bad : (


7:30 AM: View from outside the motel, on Meadowsweet Drive. Mount Tamalpais is hidden behind the fog. A little chilly (52 F / 11 C) and windy this morning.


After a series of short climbs up to 200 ft, Meadowsweet Drive loops back north to become Casa Buena Drive. Looking north, the city of San Rafael and San Pedro Mountain in the distance.


City of Alto: entrance ramp to bike corridor towards Sausalito. It's all road riding today: no need for my visor. Trying not to look too sleep-deprived here.


The bike corridor that is supposed to emerge from the other end of the Corte Madera - Alto Tunnel. What I have done then, is to circumvent it, as illustrated in this picture.


Wheelchair access ramp to the bike corridor. I wonder what sort of grade (%) they are limited to, or else there is no practical reason why they will build the ramp with this number of switchbacks.


Panorama: left to right, Strawberry, Richardson Bay Bridge, Mill Valley - Sausalito Bike Path (southbound), Marin City, Tamalpais Valley.


For some reason, the marsh reminded me of the Dead Marshes in Peter Jackson's film adaptation of The Lord of the Rings. Maybe it is the rich deep hue of green. Or maybe it is because I only slept a total of 1.5 hours in the last 48 hours.


Downtown Sausalito. A hundred yards down, on the left side of the street, is a hole-in-the-wall place that serves really good burgers. At $14 for a cheeseburger, regular fries and a regular soda (no free refills too!), they sure don't charge hole-in-the-wall prices though.


Crossing the Golden Gate Bridge again. The morning fog hasn't completely burned off yet. Time now is around 10:45 AM.

Reached the San Francisco 4th and King CalTrain Station at 11:22 AM.
Returned to apartment at 1:17 PM Sept 1, 2005.


Epilogue:
Total distance: 65.12 miles / 104.19 km.
Total elevation climbed: 5564.40 ft / 1696.46 m.
Temperature range: 52 F (11 C) to 79 F (26 C)
Amount of fluids consumed: 14 liters.

Self-portraits were taken using UltraPod II.

This ride was conducted solo.

Stinson Beach for another day's ride then.