Well, I see I've missed our summer solstice by a day. It was too hot here to pay attention. Yesterday, the unofficial Holly Street high was 101--the hottest I've seen it since we moved in 20 years ago. The bonus: It stayed lovely and warm out all night, no sweatshirts needed. More of the same today. Just 9:30 in the morning, and it's already in the 80s. One of the toughest bike rides in all of California, maybe the entire United States, is being held today: the Terrible Two. A series of precipitous climbs and descents through hot interior Sonoma County (mostly). My heart goes out to the 250 or 300 people who are out there; I've done daylong rides through heat like that, and for me it's just something you have to survive.
And now: Running to Oakland airport to get on a plane to Spokane, Washington. My friend Pete is doing the Ironman Coeur d'Alene tomorrow, and I'm there as his official rooting section and post-event driver. Go Pete!
More from up north.