RogersSpring 2015

Biking Mavericks, California:  The fog hung heavy over Half Moon Bay and the sleepy town.   Along the beach as I gazed north, I could barely make out the pennisula sticking out.  As is my normal method of operation, if I can't see it, I'm not close enough.  Besides, I had just spent a couple of hours trying to fix our electric sofa bed.  Frustrated, I needed a ride.  

So, I headed right into the blistery wind from the north that was pushing down that thick fog.  No problem, I had enought layers and mositure protection.   Mavericks, known for it's huge waves was off the peninsula I could barely see.  Another item on my list of to dos.   I hopped on Highway One and within a half hour I rolled into El Granada with it's jetty providing great surfing action by the twenty surfers coated with black membrane protecting them from the frigid water.  

I then made my way through the fishing village where I asked two gruff, sea worn locals if they could tell me which road would get me to Mavericks.  They said,  "it's that away," pointing down the road, "but you'll need a surfboard."  

"Hardy har har," I said, "well, I'm going to be the first to surf Mavericks on a bike."  

A half a mile later, I took an off-road trail up to the cliffs high above the famed surfbreak.  I rode the cliff trail for a mile or so stopping for snaps here and there, being cautious, not getting too close to the edge as erosion was evident along the steep cliffs. It was a good 16 mile ride and  I completely forgot about the damn not-so-electric sofa bed stuck in the half open position.