This weekend was the first day Tim had off since returning from Switzerland two weeks ago. As luck would have it we both had the WHOLE WEEKEND OFF. We were super excited for this weekend and wondered by the end of the weekend really how hard we could smash ourselves. Honestly, we really aren't in shape for a weekend off together. We wanted to go to Mammoth but the wind gusts were predicted to be up to 65 mph. I swear I rode my bike against these winds earlier this week but I doubt my training partner would be willing to exaggerate that much. Skiing would have been fun if it could have been like that though.
We weren't psyched about leaving a blue bird San Diego weekend to drive 6 hours to get blown off the mountain. Plus, we might have become a little spoiled after skiing the above ski areas. Grimentz and Crans Montana. Oh, just a public service announcement....lift tickets at Grimentz and Crans are half the price of Mammoth.
We decided to stay in San Diego for the weekend and ride ourselves silly.
After hijacking Saturday's ride I let Tim pick Sunday's poison.
He chose Noble Canyon via Indian Creek. Below is me riding the last section of Indian Creek before heading over to Noble Canyon. That was the fun easy section that made scrambling up worthwhile.
It was so fun. After tricking Tim into a few extra miles on Saturday I was on my best mountain biking behavior. Must say this was the most exciting climb up Mt. Laguna ever for me. I must say myself I did a decent job keeping up with Tim. Wait a minute, maybe not so good. I have gears and duel suspension. He has a single speed and no suspension. Shucks, I really thought I had him.
Despite my self induced total body dolor (Spanish for pain) I floated through my run. I was tickled pink because yesterday after riding tricky sections Tim was surprised. At first I pretended to be humble. I said it was because I followed his line. Then, I said I was able due to the nature of my squishy bike. Finally, Tim said (my favorite line of all times)"But you are a girl!!!!!"
Hook. Line. Sinker. He took the bait. At which point I laughed so hard the water I was sucking in through my Camelback almost came out my nose.
Good thing my husband had as much fun as I did. He might even forgive me for that other picture I posted.
As his wife I know this and honor this. So when Tim said "I can't ride 70 miles." I just smiled and suggested we go San Elijo and into San Marcos. We hadn't done it in such a long time. He asked if there could be a fro yo stop. I promised and smiled and off we went.
91 miles later and I honestly say...we didn't ride 70 miles.
I have to go to bed now and rest. Tomorrow is a mountain bike day and pay backs aren't so good. I might be in trouble. It's going to hurt.
I love the little village.
It seems like it would be equally as fun in the summer time. The wheels in Tim's head our turning.
One of those pairs of Head's won the race.....they would belong to American Lindsey Vonn.
She's now a resident of Vail but grew up skiing on a tow rope hill. Who doesn't love that? Rumor has it, after teammate Julia Mancuso dropped her on a bike ride she changed her training regime. Then Lindsey became the best in the world. So much for the notion "It's Not About The Bike" . I'd argue that. I hear Lindsey is riding the Vail pass this summer. Maybe we should invite her to San Diego to ride with us.
I enjoyed watching from the lift but I plead guilty to not standing around watching. On the actual race day I fled to the other side of the valley to avoid the crowds. I am not a fair weather skier. I am a fair weather fan I guess.
The Swedish Women's ski team stayed at our hotel. Of course the joke when identifying any of the ladies was " you know she's the blond one"
The visiting Americans didn't seem to be interested in such mature and sophisticated things.
An American girl out for a run may or may not have detoured in to the "Centre De Congresse" in search of La salle de bain. She may or may not have interrupted a gallery showing and been offered champagne when they misunderstood her French. Not sure if she was a representative of the U.P. or Southern California at the time. Instead of sipping champagne while clad in a Lycra fleece ensemble she may have taken the pace "up tempo" all the way home.
Wonder if this is what the Swiss call "cross training" ? Maybe it's their version of C90X.
There is lots of great shopping if one would rather do that than ski. If I wasn't skiing I would hang out here all day.
The next morning in Zurich we hopped on a train.
I like the train.
Room to move about and lots to see out the windows.
Unless you are going through a tunnel under a mountain or you can't keep your eyes open.
Then we arrived in Sierre where it was a 1/2 mile walk from the train station to the funicular.
Don't worry we couldn't get lost. The Swiss are so clever they painted a line to follow from point A to point B. Even touristas like us seemed to know where we were going.
What's a funicular?