I really need to be more consistent in reading the trail descriptions before pointing my bike towards the mountains on trails I’ve never ridden.
The final “big” climb I loaded onto my Garmin was essentially unridable, resulting in a miserable two mile hike-a-bike slog 1,300ft to the summit pass.
Fortunately, the back side of the mountain rewarded me with an ear-to-ear grin-inducing 1,700ft descent back to camp.
Today’ plan was to relocate from Portola to Truckee, about 45 minutes away. Our destination was Granite Flat Campground, which upon arrival immediately underwhelmed us. Oddly shaped, tight sites, and located about 30 feet off a major highway, we were not at all impressed with this campground.
Debating our options, Kelly quickly recalled a recent social media post referencing a first-come, first serve campground about 20 minutes drive away.
Having convinced me eschew the existing reservation at Granite Flat, Kelly and I rolled the dice – arriving to Martis Creek Campground at 6:30pm on a Friday. Despite the odds against doing so, we snagged a spot at this sweet campground.
Sometimes the universe throws us a bone.
Once again we find ourselves camping at Anthony Chabot in the San Francisco east bay. This place is a bit peculiar as most of the park is dry camping and generator usage is prohibited. As a result, the sites frequently turnover – often daily, which I suspect is because most rigs do not have capacity to sustain batteries beyond one or two nights.
Seemingly we are one of the few rigs that have capacity to maintain power longer term and it’s been interesting to observe the mood of the park ebb and flow between weekenders and those passing through during the week.
Soon enough we to will be moving on, contributing to the transient nature of this interesting campground.
Turns out there actually is decent RV camping in the San Francisco bay area. This week we’ve been enjoying out first time camping at Anthony Chabot Regional Park and I continue to be impressed by regional parks in California. By comparison to state parks, they are better maintained, better priced, and certainly more dog friendly.
It’s hard to believe we are effectively in urban Oakland’s backyard.
While I will always prefer camping in the the big mountains, dusk in the desert is just about perfect.