An evening ride up San Juan to Cocktail Rock and back with the Professor yesterday. He does his annual pilgrimage to Whistler on Monday so it was my last chance to ride with him for a few months. I managed to sneak away from work early courtesy of some alternative facts
but we still hit a heap of traffic on the drive out to the trail head. Oddly the sky was blue, didn't realize it could be that colour anymore, the truck said it was 82 just before we turned onto hot springs road. Pulled into a completely empty carpark, we had the place to ourselves.
We geared up and hit the trail, or more correctly the trail hit us. Both us looked like we and our bikes were suffering from a case of jaundice. We were coated in pollen by the top of the first set of switchbacks, this trail is overgrown! The prof reckons he was up there a couple of weeks ago trimming back in spots. I mean there is evidence of dead branches on the ground but most of his handiwork has been wiped out already. I put a long sleeved top on in the end, my arms were getting battered. The heat would just keep rising as we climbed higher. The second lot of switchback were brutal, neither of us were talking much at that point. The suffering was real, Josh rode inches beside a snake chilling on the side of the trail and did not even notice it. I don't know what it was, I think it was most likely a racer of some type, but it didn't rattle so I waited till he was past it before telling him.
Finally a welcome breeze at about the 8 mile marker, both of us were gassed though and decided the rock would be it for this evenings ride. We trundled on and enjoyed the solitude. At one point we had to stop and clear a baby snake of the trail, it had its head stuck down a hole so it took some time to get the wee fella to move, again no idea what it was, had a red band at the back of its head (where's
@SnakeCharmer when you need him!). We finally made it to the rock and took a break before turning and heading back to the truck. Due to the encroaching foliage it was a leisurely cruise back down. Just well as we had to slam the brakes on at one point to avoid a tarantula right in the middle of the trail just moseying along minding his own business. We did get rattled at from the bushes on one of the switchbacks above the carpark but never saw the culprit. The professor reckons they are out there in abundance at the moment, I was glad to only hear one and not see it.
We loaded the bikes up and headed back to his place for well earned sodas. In true do anything with the Professor fashion you come to expect something quite bizarre is going to happen at some point and on this particular occasion the best would be saved till last. We had to clear this guy of the road on our way back to the 74.
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We got onto the 74 and are heading back to his when we round a corner to quite reasonable sized rocks in the middle of the road at intervals (think a bit bigger than baby head size). A bit further down the road is a guy walking down the side of the highway casually lobbing more of them out onto the road. We both look at each other and go wtf, the professor hits the brakes and the horn. The guy
's himself does the classic put something behind the back and feign the who me look you'd see from a recalcitrant schoolkid. We think about winding the window down and having a word but this guys clearly off his chops and tweaking hard. Deciding we don't want a rock through the window we drive on and call the Sheriff to report whats going on. Hopefully they got it all sorted out.