Somewhat tired from the climb up Dunne Avenue, especially the steep upper section of the road, I arrive at Henry Coe State Park

It has been a long 35-mile ride from home, but I've done well.

My load felt noticeably heavier (because it is, with eight days of supplies) on the way up the hill than on my previous trips up here. Best of all, my bad knee hasn't given me any problems yet. So I might be in better physical condition than I thought.

I even made it up that one last short, steep rise just before Park Headquarters that often makes me stop.

It's Sunday evening, and most people have left the park and are getting ready to go back to work tomorrow morning. So there's no one around.