See also my previous Views From a Bike.
About 20 years ago there was a population explosion of these huge spiders (tarantulas)— I remember dozens of them squashed on the trail, with thousands more in abundance. I hadn’t seen them for some years. This one hangs out on the trail to Black Mountain in Monte Bello preserve. I say hello to him (probably a “her”) each time we meet. So far, she has not met my tire and I am on the lookout so that doesn’t happen.
The moon waxes as the sun dips below the horizon.
As seen here, the early September fog holds about 15 miles inland from the Pacific, but a few miles to the north, it has already crept over the hills towards Portola Valley.
Quail tracks intermingle with those of mountain bikes. There is an optical illusion at play here, this is not a post-processing trick!