timeline of a great father’s day
- 5:30am - awaken to singing of 8 month old eliza. after diaper change, hide-and-seek game ensues. also, a quick call to grandpa to say happy father’s day
- 6:30am - cheerios and pears with e as the sun comes up
- 6:40am - nick joins the fun, with hugs and bed-head
- 7:15am - with my zone defense overwhelmed, jen intervenes and we return to man-to-man
- 7:30am - sweet re-rack until 8am while jen and nick grab coffee and bagels (including some for dad) at atlas cafe (and eliza naps)
- 8:00am - eliza and I go outside to put bike rack on the car and adjust bike suspension
- 8:30am - cobie and kent arrive to hit pacifica for a morning DH/FR mtb session in perfect sunny weather (best run yet down The Crack, Mile, and a few laps on the Boyscout jumps)
- 11:30am - return home and jen and nick have made a huge batch of granny’s famous ginger cookies (a particular vice of mine). nick is wearing “dude, that’s legit” and eliza has on custom “my dad rocks” onesie.
- 12:05pm - nick helps me wash the dirty bike with tons of suds and lots of hose-spraying. devolves into “spray dad while cackling.” many passers-by are almost soaked. both nick and dad are completely drenched and laughing.
- 1:15pm - chicharrones, ceviche, and lemonade at Limon rotisserie. yum.
- 2:30pm - books followed by short nap with nick
- 3:30pm - up from nap. jen hits builder’s resources and I have hide-and-seek rematch with eliza while nick stays in nap formation.
- 4:30pm - seventh (seventeenth?) ginger cookie disappears. circumstances murky.
What a wonderful day. And it’s not even over yet.

you could be forgiven for thinking these sound like the characters in a ’70s cop show. they’re actually key tools in a trail builder’s arsenal. the pick mattock (which my brain transliterated to “pick-matic” until the interweb corrected me) looks like an old miner’s pickaxe, with a pick on one end and an adze on the other. this thing can do some serious damage very quickly. it breaks up super-compacted soil and even rocks, and can help grade a new section of trail.
then there’s the pulaski. also equipped with an adze. it’s not as good as the pick mattock for breaking up soil or rocks, but it’s great for cutting through roots.






Glen Park Canyon: connected with some nice people from Oakland on full suspension trailbikes and rode together down into Glen Park. Another killer easter-egg of single track in the middle of the city. It was exposed, off-camber, with some wooden stairs/water bars and tricky exposed chert blocks. Washed out my front tire on one section and got a little jittery, but otherwise was reasonably solid. Coming over a tricky chert block onto a staircase with lots of death cookies, I saw an opportunistic videographer who had set up with a major camera to record the inevitable carnage. I’m sure people closer to the front of the pack had charged that section. I did not. 




