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Nothing beats dirt

June 23, 2019

An early morning ride on a dirt road. It makes my day.


My days left in the saddle are dwindling and ride distances shrinking, but I still manage to find some dirt to ride to remind me of past Jobst rides.

There’s always the baylands levees, where dirt roads abound, but it’s not so easy to find trails in the nearby hills within a 35-mile loop from home.

My favorite dirt road/trail reminds me of Alpine Road in every respect. It’s close to Foothills Park and it goes somewhere, bridging two roads often used for cycling. If you want to know what it was like riding Alpine Road before its demise, this is the place to ride.

I was introduced to the trail in 1979 by employees of Palo Alto Bicycles, who frequented the route on their morning rides before work.

They showed me other trails as well, most of them off limits to bikes even then, but they were young and brash, and I was up for the adventure.

Alpine Road as it appeared on Sunday, May 13, 1990. A mile or so past the green gate, end of pavement.

Riding through January weather, in June

May 30, 2019

Mitchell Creek’s logging road, former mill site that prompted building Tunitas Creek Road.


Is this going to be another lost summer, like the one we had in 2009? Not that I’m complaining. Well, just a little after my ride.

Headed down Alpine Road into a pea-soup fog, relative humidity 105 percent, what do I see? Dew drops sloughed off the redwoods lining the narrow road, coating it with that wet stuff — rain.

At Pescadero Creek Road it didn’t get any better. In fact, it looked like a January morning during a rainstorm. Road splatter became a reality.

A bail-out occupied my thoughts, like riding up Hwy 84, but as I did so, the road got dry away from the trees. I carried on to San Gregorio under cloudy skies.

Curious about learning the history of an old segment of Hwy 84, long since abandoned, pictures were taken. More later…

At the coast I saw blue sky and regained some composure climbing Stage Road to Hwy 1. The weather turned for the better.

On Tunitas Creek Road I searched for the exact location where Jobst Brandt took a photo during a ride in the early 1960s. I don’t know the exact year, but Gary Fisher (b. 1950) joined the ride, and he looks to be about 14. He’s just behind the rider in the blue jersey.

Tunitas Creek Road in 1965 and today. Just past the Biker Hut. (Jobst Brandt photo)


The weather turned out to be about as mild as I could hope for on a gloomy day. The redwoods dazzled, tucked away in the deep canyon with its bewitching creek, whose waters tumble over jumbled logs and sandstone boulders on the way to the blue Pacific.

Tunitas Creek Road is meant to be climbed.

I stopped at Mitchell Creek to reflect on past adventure rides that took us up a steep fire road to Star Hill Road. And so close to home.

When all seemed right with the world, here comes the intrusive sound of chainsaws chewing through redwood. The horror.

At the always welcome sight of Shingle Mill Road, marking the end of 10 percent climbing, I saw a Big Creek Lumber truck and tractor parked.

Down below along the road lay many severed redwoods, which will soon be cut into boards for houses, fences and decks.

Big Creek Lumber logging operation underway.


I’m not complaining about today’s logging operations in the Santa Cruz Mountains. They’re about as responsibly logged as you could ask for. Redwoods grow back, crazy fast.

Skyline Boulevard offers the usual Jekyll and Hyde personality with drivers blasting past, ignoring California’s laughable three-foot rule, on their way to an important meeting.

And then there’s a minute or two of pleasant car-free riding on the scenic road that rolls up and down the spine of the Coast Range.

Fog blew across the road once I reached Windy Hill, and why not? It’s Windy Hill after all. I managed to stay warm enough that the ride didn’t turn into a suffer-fest. So much for this rainy May.

Avenue of palms also a good bike route

May 20, 2019

If you’re headed to downtown San Jose, there’s no better route than Park Avenue and then Martin Avenue, where you can check out dozens of palm trees lining the bumpy street.

Martin has some of San Jose’s more eclectic homes dating back to the 1930s. It’s a good route to take to avoid The Alameda and its traffic.

If you do have to ride through downtown, going west to east, take San Fernando Street, which has a bike lane. The best, most direct route under the train tracks is Santa Clara Street.

Downtowns offer cyclists an opportunity to dodge a flurry of obstacles while sharpening their riding skills.

Martin Avenue in San Jose has plenty of charm with its many palms.

South bay reservoirs have something to hold

May 13, 2019

Agencies listed on the sign collaborated to make Blair Ranch public open space, near Uvas Road (ranching continues).


I hadn’t been south on McKean Road for two years, so I headed out to check the reservoirs and enjoy the scenery.

After a normal winter for rainfall, all the reservoirs are full, except Calero at 43 percent.

That reservoir, built in 1935, has earthquake stability issues, so it cannot be at more than 55 percent capacity.

Green hillsides are rapidly turning brown and the wildflower season is kaput.

McKean, which badly needed paving between Calero Park entrance and the Cinnabar Hills Golf Course, gave a smooth ride today, a welcome change.

I noticed lots of roadside garbage in normally pristine places. We’re drowning in garbage.

The good news for the day was a sign on Uvas Road indicating Blair Ranch has been added to Cañada Rancho del Oro Open Space Preserve.

Mind you, this transaction/donation happened back in 2007, but this is the first I’ve seen the sign.

The plan is to build a bridge over Llagas Creek in the Rancho parking area this year so access can begin to the 860-or-so acres of cattle ranch land.

Lots of photos can be seen on this website. It looks like it will give more room for mountain bikes to roam the hills on old ranch roads, but I’m not aware of any plans for trails being built.

This was my first time riding on Uvas Road, Oak Glen, McKean on a weekday. It’s a mixed bag. There’s more traffic up to Cinnabar Hills Golf Course, compared to a Sunday, but a little bit less in other areas.

In general, weekday drivers are in a hurry to get somewhere. It’s not so bad that way on Sundays.

Crystal Springs Reservoir bridge does it right

May 7, 2019

Crystal Springs Reservoir Bridge in 2019 and 2008.


Today I rode over to check out the new Crystal Springs Reservoir bridge, which has been under construction for about a million years.

It was finally open to the public on January 11. It was supposed to open in 2011. At the same time San Mateo County and other agencies opened a 0.8 mile extension of the Crystal Springs Trail.

The flat trail follows the reservoir shoreline, eliminating some hills on Skyline Boulevard, which also has traffic moving at 45-50 mph.

I dredged up some photos from 2008 when I was last there. The reservoir remains the same, but it’s seven feet higher now.

It’s really worth a visit, especially considering Cañada Road is closed to cars every Sunday, except holidays. Does that include Mother’s Day? Call the Bicycle Sunday Hotline at (650)361-1785 on the day of the event for an update.

There’s a transition on Hwy 92 for a short distance to reach Skyline Boulevard, which requires caution. On weekends it’s usually a zoo here as motorists drive to Half Moon Bay and the coast. It’s also busy on weekdays. The good news is that there’s a new layer of asphalt and striping.

The Cañada Road/Skyline Boulevard route is probably the best way to get to San Francisco by bike, although it’s not great. I’ve ridden to San Francisco from Palo Alto and Santa Clara a half-dozen times.

It would be nice if we had a bike path all the way, but it’s not quite there.

The big downer is the Hwy 1/Skyline Boulevard interchange with its cloverleaf. It’s a nasty stretch of merging cars going fast.

There are alternatives next to the interchange, although they involve more hills. I’ve always stayed on Skyline.

Those days of riding to San Francisco ended in 2009.

New section of Crystal Springs Trail, opened in 2014 or so according to the sign.

Haul Road Memories

April 30, 2019

Beautiful day on the Old Haul Road. Note the colorful new trail sign next to the old brown.


I didn’t sign up for this — 48 degrees and a strong breeze that gave me the shivers on Skyline Boulevard.

But it was Monday, time for a longer ride. There’s no worse experience than descending at high speed while shivering. Must be something wrong with the bike.

Nope. It’s just the body creating disharmony.

As I descended Portola State Park Road, its steepness reminded me of why I haven’t ridden up it in 20 years. Only for the crazies.

The descent has its appeal. I coasted into the park, riding past the headquarters, crossing a creek bridge and turning right for the access road to the Old Haul Road, as I have been doing since 1980.

I arrived at the new steel bridge and took the obligatory photo of Pescadero Creek where Jobst Brandt always lamented the absence of big fish.

Jobst steered dozens of us his way onto the Haul Road, which today would be the wrong way. We turned left after climbing the hideously steep access road past Iverson’s Cabin (gone) onto the Haul Road.

In three-tenths of a mile we arrived at a gate (never took photos there) and continued on our way to the fabled Gate 10 road. Today it has decorative road signs to guide the logging trucks, but back then you had to know your way around.

Never photographed, the end of public access to the Haul Road going east.


It’s no ride for the faint of heart. We faced three miles of unrelenting climbing on a dirt road that could be muddy or dusty. It had sections of 16 percent, probably more in places.

When we rolled up to Gate 10, it meant the hard riding was over (Gate 10 was gone in 2009). Time for a celebration photo. Jobst took many over the years.

Hard riding to Gate 10, around 1977. Jim Westby, (rider hidden), Smokey, Rick Humphreys. (Jobst Brandt photo)


These rides drew Gary Fisher, Tom Ritchey and other elite competitive riders. No doubt the rides inspired them to pursue their dreams of winning races, building the ideal off-road bikes.

Gate 10 ride about 1977. ?, Keith Vierra, ?, Marc Brandt, Peter Johnson, Gary Fisher, Bill Robertson, Tom Holmes, ? (Jobst Brandt photo).


Why the Gate 10 route? Jobst liked to avoid Highway 9. He preferred off-road riding whenever possible to reach a destination — Big Basin Redwoods State Park in this situation.

Celebrating the climb at Gate 10 circa 1981, Ted Mock, Keith Vierra, Dave McLaughlin, Sterling McBride, Dave Zanotti, Tom Ritchey, John Pinaglia. (Jobst Brandt photo)

Jobst scoffed at the notion of a mountain bike, but he was like that. He figured a road bike was good enough.

You’re not welcome here now. The signs say it all. It wasn’t as bad back then, but Jobst and his cadre hid from the logging trucks on rare occasions.

One of these days the Haul Road might be open to the public, extending from Highway 9 to Pescadero Creek Road. It’s going to take a lot of negotiating and public pressure, but it could happen.

I turned around and headed northwest toward Loma Mar. Note that Pescadero Creek County Park added new trail signage. Bridge Trail is now Baker Fire Road. They need to update their online map.

Over the years the road has seen its share of trauma from heavy rains. This past winter left the road rutted in places, but otherwise in good shape.

At Loma Mar I greeted the bearded fellow, Steve, doing all the hard work to build a fabulous new Loma Mar Store, soon to open. It has been closed for eons.

Jobst liked to stop here and talk with previous owner Roger Siebecker. Roger was also a volunteer fireman, and on more than one occasion, helped Jobst Riders who had taken hard falls, most notably the Wurr Road Bridge disaster.

I continued on up Highway 84 and Old La Honda Road to check out the slide. Still no repair underway, but the road is open for bikes.

Riding southeast on Skyline Boulevard the temps turned favorable as I ground my way back to Saratoga Gap. The temporary road repair past Horseshoe Lake has a stoplight. It could be a while before it’s permanently fixed.

At the end of my ride I reflected on the day’s effort and counted myself lucky that I could still do all the climbing. It doesn’t get easier with age.

Old Haul Road map

Mt. Hamilton blows on Monday

April 22, 2019

Lick Observatory summit on a clear day. Nothing beats it in the South Bay, except Mt. Umunhum.


Nothing beats a ride up Mt. Hamilton on a weekday, although Sundays are a close second. Not much traffic.

I started from Alum Rock Avenue about 8 a.m. in time to greet the commuters living on Mt. Hamilton Road rushing to work. For the first several miles there’s a fair amount of cars, but traffic thins out after that.

I noticed county crews clearing chamise (greasewood) across from the Grant Lake parking lot in Grant Ranch County Park. Don’t quote me on the type of bush, but it looks like chamise.

In the past, wild pigs rooted around in this area.

The crews certainly wouldn’t be doing controlled burns on a day like today with high winds in play.

I enjoyed mostly tailwinds climbing to the summit where 25 mph gusts made for shaky standing at the observatory parking lot.

On the way up I did my civic duty by tossing large rocks off the road and saved a young bull snake from certain death by car wheels. The critter refused to budge as it sunned itself on the road.

Three miles from the summit. Glorious views.


Considering the cool breeze, it took a while to wake the snake from its torpor.

In the last section before turning up the observatory road, Caltrans workers were installing a large culvert, which is always good to see. Preventative maintenance pays off.

I counted my blessings that I can still ride to the summit in this my 40th year.

My numbers pale in comparison to Jobst Brandt, who holds the record for most 100-mile loop rides around Mt. Hamilton. Starting around 1957 he must have done well over 120 rides, ending the tradition when he was in his 70s.

Mt. Hamilton Road opened in 1877 to immense fanfare as more than 5,000 valley residents flocked to the summit for a grand celebration. Here’s a view of the road in 1876, shortly before it opened. I don’t know the location.

First Cyclists
As reported in the Oakland Tribune, the first cyclists to the summit were Ralph Coxhead and Al Bouton of Oakland, Jan. 1, 1888, on safety bikes.

Imagine a modern mountain bike bombing down that dirt road right after it opened. If only we had time machines.

Mt. Hamilton Road in 1876 looking more like a mountain bike trail than a road.

Two roads immortalized on Jobst Rides fading away

April 14, 2019

Today I headed into the Santa Cruz Mountains to look for another newt crossing sign and to find out what was up with Redwood Lodge Road and Schulties Road, both closed by washouts in the 2016-17 winter.

Most cyclist have never heard of these roads. They’re not popular with road riders because they’re either unpaved or pothole city. Mountain bikers don’t ride them because they’re just dirt roads. Boring.

Nice sign. Located on Alma Bridge Road near Soda Springs Road junction.


That left Jobst Brandt, who loved riding them. He had his reasons, mostly because he could check out the Laurel tunnel where the South Pacific Coast Railroad snaked through the Santa Cruz Mountains into Santa Cruz.

These roads were instrumental in helping build the railroad and for hauling out redwood from the Laurel sawmill in the early 1900s.

But today they’re only used by people whose homes reside there.

I turned off on Morrell Road, another goat path ignored by cyclists. It cuts across from Summit Road to San Jose Soquel Road, offering a steep descent and climb, but it’s delightful if you like riding without cars.

Once onto Redwood Lodge Road I saw the “road closed” sign and sped on by. I had tire problems, but more on that in the next blog.

When I reached Burns Creek I found that the road had partly washed out and the county has gated the road. The sign says private property, which can only mean that the county has abandoned the road. The right of way reverts to the land owner. The county website says it’s under review. We’ll see.

Location of the slide that closed Redwood Lodge looking east.


I was reminded of another ride here in August 1982. The road just before Burns Creek was blocked by a landslide. As Peter Johnson braked for the landslide on a steep descent his front tire burst.

But I digress. I continued on up the road and found the section that was closed off in 2017, unchanged. The landslide has not been touched.

I walked my bike up the stairs and headed to Laurel. A sign warned me that Schulties Road was closed a mile ahead. That road had a slipout and now there’s a narrow ledge with a down power line. It too had not changed since my visit in 2017.

Schulties Road slip hasn’t changed since 2017.


I walked across the ledge and picked up the road. Schulties was paved eons ago, but it’s mostly dirt now. I noticed that the landslide I came across in 2017 has been fixed, but a little farther on there’s another small slide, mud oozing across the road. I dismounted again and then picked up the road, in good shape the rest of the way to Old Santa Cruz Highway.

Another small slide on Schulties Road.


It’s sad to see roads go away, especially when they’ve provided so much pleasure. Santa Cruz County has suffered so much road damage in the past three years that it has appealed for more funding, state and federal.

Folk art on paved Schulties Road. Someone has a sense of humor.


I saw a couple of locals walking on Schulties Road, under clear skies and warm weather in the redwoods. I told them that this is probably my last time riding here. It’s been fun.

Newt crossing a sign of the times

April 8, 2019

Is this a joke? About as funny as those defaced bike signs: “Share the Love”


It was not more than a minute or two after passing a smashed newt — flat as a pancake — while climbing Alpine Road that I came across an oh-so-cute “Newt Xing” sign.

A lot of good it did that poor fellow back there on the road.

Ever since the San Jose Mercury News published a feature about a scientist who is documenting the newt slaughter that takes place annually on Alma Bridge Road (and elsewhere), these signs have been springing up.

I’m told there is now a sign — like this one I presume — on Alma Bridge Road.

I’m not sure who’s behind the effort, but I question its efficacy. It’s well intentioned, but what is a driver supposed to do?

Newts don’t wear reflective vests in the dark. That’s probably when most of them meet their fate. Can’t we think of a better way than posting a silly sign?

It turns out Caltrans is working on it. So give it another 20 years before we have a plan.

Another sign that rankled just about as much is the San Mateo County warning for bikes: “Loose Gravel Bicycles Not Advised”.

I think it’s safe to take down these signs now.

I’m guessing Alpine Road and Stage Road were graveled about a year ago, or longer. There isn’t any gravel to speak of, except small patches on the roadside where wheels never tread.

When there is fresh gravel, watch out. I avoid freshly graveled roads when possible.

Although I used to think that traffic in the Santa Cruz Mountains wasn’t different on a weekday compared to a Sunday, I’m changing my mind. There’s way less traffic on a weekday, but that only applies to the west slope.

Stage Road lovely as always.


I’ve seen my share of drivers hurrying to work coming down Page Mill Road, Moody Road, you name it.

On my way into Pescadero I saw seven enormous tour buses blast by on Pescadero Creek Road, most of them chartered by Sierra Pacific Tours.

I wish they’d find a different road, like Highway 84. Pescadero Creek Road is too narrow for those giant tour buses.

One of these days the new Loma Mar Store will open. Jobst Brandt and friends always stopped there for food and drink on the way to far-off destinations.

It doesn’t have the funky charm of the old store, but new Loma Mar Store opening will be a momentous occasion for the locals.

Loma Mar Store November 1984 during “Bike Pile Ride.” Bob Walmsley, John Woodfill (wearing Bell), Bill Robertson, Dave McLaughlin, Sterling McBride, Tom Ritchey, Tom Holmes, Jim Westby, Jean Higgins, Mike Higgins, Ray Hosler (Jobst Brandt photo)


Meanwhile, sleepy Pescadero has an ATM machine and a new bank. At least I don’t recall seeing one.

Bike pile ride Nov. 4, 1984. Early mountain bikers join Jobst riders. Butano Ridge Trail.


This had to be the best day of the year so far for weather. No that was last weekend. Two weeks in a row. Delightful.

Stage Road overlook after the first climb going north. Breathtaking.

Remote Panoche Valley not so quiet now

April 1, 2019

A welcome sight no matter which direction you’re riding.


When we started riding to New Idria in 2003, we didn’t see too many cars as our ride group headed home to Paicines via Panoche Road.

Sixteen years is a long time in Silicon Valley years, so it came as no surprise that I saw a fair amount of traffic on the way home today. The 12 p.m. departure from Panoche Inn in the heart of Panoche Valley made it peak travel time, which didn’t help.

So what’s going on here? Well, for one the dirt bikers have switched their riding from Clear Creek to New Idria and environs, where county roads are still open, free of BLM harassment. Quite a few of the trucks driving by had dirt bikes.

I must have seen 20 big RVs driving the narrow, bumpy road. Where did they come from?

I’m sure some motorists driving sedans were looking for the mythical Super Bloom. Sorry, it did not materialize, but I saw plenty of wildflowers after a wet winter.

Owl’s clover on Panoche Road, at Panoche Valley looking west.


Finally, ConEdison’s 247 MW solar farm is taking shape. It probably doesn’t generate much traffic on a Sunday, but I can imagine it would on a weekday.

Panoche Valley solar farm in the distance, or is this a mirage?

As I sat in a Panoche Inn lounge chair looking at the distant emerald green hills, contemplating life and how it’s constantly changing, I saw what looked like a shimmering mirage, or a lake. I looked closer and, sure enough, it was solar panels. After years of environmentalists throwing up roadblocks, ConEdison finally started building, albeit it’s greatly reduced in size from the original plan.

Panoche Inn, under new ownership.


In the bar, I talked with the new owner. The dollar bills still hang from the ceiling.

The weather gods showered me with mild temperatures, sunshine and fair breezes. The hillsides burst with colors. There’s a narrow window here for best bike riding. Once the rains go away, the land turns a drab brown.

Green hills, the way you want to see them on this ride.


I finished riding at 2:30 p.m., 55 miles in the saddle. Such is life in the slow lane.

After the ride I learned that Judy Garland’s third husband owned a ranch in Paicines, and the “town” used to be called Tres Pinos, which today is now three miles up Hwy 25.

Parents of Lieutenant General Janet C. Wolfenbarger, the highest-ranking woman in the United States Air Force, live in Paicines. It’s a small world.