Timothy climbing.
One of the specks on the road down there is Michael.
It's confounding; you slug out the many miles of climbing, approach the top and then for the last couple hundred yards to the very top the grade goes vertical. It's out-of-the-saddle, make-you-weep climbing. Here's Michael.
And or course he's smiling! Me, I was cursing at this point. But then Michael has a triple with a granny gear.
The final few feet.
Here's the view of the parking lot at the top from the tower. Michael is chatting up a local father and daughter that also just rode their bicycles up Mt. Diablo.
Timothy tries out Michael's bicycle.
Michael ready to descend.