Free Like a Hawk

The Hawk Special: pack up your bike the morning of, and jet out of work on it, headed straight for the Marin headlands. On the way, stop for the biggest burrito you know about and head into paradise. Once you're across the bridge, the golden hills beckon, the campsite a beacon nestled in the trees at the top of a big hill. Watch the sun set while you eat your burrito with friends, drink whiskey with your friends and sleep under the stars (or fog). Awake with the chirping birds, treasure the rising sun with your coffee, then bomb down the hill, cross back the bridge and go back to work.

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Escape to Wild Cat

Reserving a camp site six months out is a gamble. Six months out it is hard to know if you'll be free. Six months out on the California coast you can't know if the weather will be fabulous or atrocious. Fitness? Who knows! These questions are immediately deemed irrelevant by putting the option of an escape to a new place on the calendar. In the end it didn't matter - we were free, the sun shone bright, our legs got us up the hills and back again. 

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Don't Talk About it, Sea About it

Getting ten great friends for a weekend away is always a good idea. Even better with a sublime location - this time around, Sea Ranch. A humble community on the Sonoma Coast, a few hours north of San Francisco, unified by a distinct and striking architectural style, with minimal services and gaudiness, Sea Ranch is a gorgeous destination. But this was to be no standard beach weekend. No - this was a epic bike weekend, as the time on the coast was the be bookended by the 120+ mile ride from San Francisco to Sea Ranch.

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Outside is Presidential

Aaron, like a true historian, is thorough and digs deep, rarely content for casual chit-chat and one word answers. He sparks the type of conversation that can make the two hour car ride to Guerneville seem to short. Luckily we had a day on the trail to come. We loaded up on citrus and hummus from the farmer's market; and bread and snacks from the pastry mecca that is Wildflower Bakery in Occidental and made for the redwoods.

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A Weekend Fit for a President

Living in San Francisco, the best things are within shockingly easy reach. When holiday weekend temperatures in a rain-filled winter hit 75, there is nothing to do but enjoy every possible minute of it. Spirits soar as skin darkens in a land where the profound natural beauty accentuates every bit of laughter and cheer.

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Ski Niño

I went three years without touching ski to snow - the longest period of the time since the four of five years that passed between my birth and the first time I laid eyes on the endless expanse of white that I'd learn to love as a winter wonderland.

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Our backyard seen anew

The first rain in what seems like years brings fresh perspectives as much as it refreshes the land around us. With serious rainfall, daylight savings time and cooler temperatures, it seems like the endless summer might actually have an end date.

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