Cycling in the shadow of Mount Tamalpais was a neverending cliff waltz of hairpin hallows and sharp, stiff grades, some of the toughest ascents of the entire journey. It took an upright scramble through layered cloudveils from Steep Ravine and Muir Woods.
Limbs melting, heart bursting, eyes kaleidoscopic in minty shades of seafoam, the mountain eventually flattened into a literal road-to-nirvana ridgeline known as the Panoramic Highway. An eery calm swept west-to-east with the fog, air thick with salt and bluish eucalyptus.
The ocean bellowed somewhere off in the distance, a faint siren of doom, but I couldn’t see it unless leaning out over the edge of a 100’ cliff, sometimes maybe higher. The road is either a sublime joyride or a murderous climb, there is no in-between.
Currently biking from Alaska to Argentina and documenting the full trip on FB, IG, TikTok, etc. (at) donivanberube for those interested ✌🏼
by donivanberube