November 7, 2004
Sunday morning. I load up my bike and head north. Somewhere along the way, I find myself right behind Christof and Imola.
The mercury points at 10° and we put on all we've got.
Christof
Imola
foilage
chestnuts
After about ten miles, the fog burns off and we end up stowing our gloves and jackets.
grape vines
hanging out by Lake Berryessa
The sun is not far from the horizon when we stop for a snack at the general store in Pope Valley.
[after a lovely day ridin']