Climbing from sea level to Palomar Observatory is that small, brief, relief from the world. Where we live is sunshine and palm trees (be jealous), once the cross above 2,000 feet happens there is no more of that. The fog is dense, the tree's filled with pine. It almost feels like being back home in Wisconsin.
At the start of Saturday's climb up Palomar my blood sugars were high. I've yet to learn that I either need to wake up early to eat or avoid eating until near the start of events.
No matter, blood sugars were back to normal within sixty minutes of riding.
The climb felt great, taking it easy the way up because I didn't know what to expect, even stopping to take a few pictures.
|Signs at the top.|