Memorial Day weekend and Beulah was still feeling neglected from not getting to join in the club ride with Doug and Mike two weeks ago. I've been making a point to drain the gas out of the bikes when they come home. No gas = no rust or other degradation, right? Haha. I did such a good job that this one ran out at the end of my street on Saturday. I literally had to walk home, get a gas can and go back to give her enough gas to make it a mile to the gas station.
Doug had intended to take Mr Locklear all the way over Angeles Crest Highway when he was here. The signs at the bottom said it was closed (from the winter) but, the weather had been warm for a long time. Well, we got all the way to the summit and sure enough: gates were locked.
Went back today, from the opposite side of the mountain. Signs on the back side also said it was closed ahead. I ignored them and sure enough, the road was open this time. This is some of what you missed Mike! Sorry.
Looking south toward the Los Angeles basin. They call that "June Gloom." Marine clouds pour in and bury the city. It looks miserable and people don't venture to the mountains. A few miles up the hill and you're out of it, into clear blue skies.
Opposite side of the mountain, looking out across the Mojave Desert where Doug and I both live. Mike Degrood used to live beyond the tall mountains to the left of the photo, in the distance.
