"Ahh", he sighed, taking the first sip of an ice cold Negra Modelo after the ride. It was two days and a thousand miles from Seattle. The campsite at Del Valle State Recreation Area, seven miles south from Livermore into the east-side foothills was now base camp for two days. No cell service, no power, no TV. It was perfect.
Saturday from Seattle to Shasta ended with a plush and plumb bed at the Tree House Inn in Shasta. After a fabulous free breakfast the final 500 put them in camp mid afternoon, with the logistics for tomorrow's Tour of California Stage Two in the works. They would start well ahead of the peloton in Half Moon Bay, take 20 mile shits, one ride, one film until the turn into the Santa Cruz Mountains at Bonney Doon. The finish would be Aptos and from there, the expo, pro interviews, media center and maybe even one final ride.
But for tonight, a campfire, Bernie's homemade chili, my world famous burritos and some well deserved shuteye under the starry Northern California stars.
"You can do a lot worse", he said watching a hawk circle overhead.
Pix:
Bernie preps Big Red for getaway. The Tree House lobby in Shasta. Caught this at 70 mph near Weed. Bernie surreys the arroyo del vale. Always on the lookout for cheap sunglasses.
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