This event which ripped through Wrightwood devastating the already drought stricken landscapes hits close to home, because riding the Angeles Crest Highway through Wrightwood has been my Saturday pastime.
It’s a 175 mile round trip from my house, up the 5 north, get off on the 2 Highway. Stop by Newcomb’s ranch for 3 cups of black coffee, gossip and sometimes a prayer.
Then I’m on my way up to my bird watching spot at Grassy Hollow for half an hour while I get the jitters. Then it’s the journey home through early afternoon heat while I have 25 pounds of leather gear on.
Each time there’s rain or fires, my path through Wrightwood and the 15 is blocked. I refuse to ride up the 5 then returning on the same route. It’s the principle of things, always looping, never repeat when possible.
When not possible then I guess it’s dirt biking times. Which is coming around the corner as soon as temperatures fall below 85.