December 24, 2022
Christmas bird count
The skies are clear this morning. It’s warm, not at all foggy, and looks like a perfect day for the ride out to Point Loma. With our early Christmas Eve dinner in mind we get an early start and are out the door by 9:30. We don’t get far though. Rachael starts up her Garmin and finds that it’s nearly dead. Uncharacteristically, she forgot to charge it last night. We return to our motel room and she plugs it in, and we decide to wait a half hour to see if it will charge enough to be serviceable.
It’s quickly obvious that a half hour won’t do it; and the delay gives us time to discuss again how to spend the day. Rachael decides to take a walk instead, and I help her map out a loop that climbs up to the heights above town for the views and then back down to walk along astonishing La Jolla Cove. Her plan for the Garmin is to give it another hour on the charger before starting her walk, and then to continue charging it with the portable charging device she can carry in the backpack.
Since I’m riding on my own, I rethink my own plan and decide that what I really want to do while I’m here is to bike along the water, keeping my eye out for the birds. I begin by biking north to La Jolla Cove, one of my favorite spots in the country. If you’ve never been here, you should put it on your list. I don’t know of any place quite like it, with its dramatic rocky cliffs battered by huge breakers, the bay brimming with seals and sea lions, the cliffs and sky filled with thousands of birds.
I’m there for an hour, walking along the top of the cliffs pushing the bike through the throng of onlookers, photographers, selfie posers, vendors and artists, stopping constantly to look down and out at one thrilling sight after another. I’m so glad Rachael’s Garmin died and prompted this change in our plans, and can’t believe we nearly left town with only the brief stop I was planning to make on our way out tomorrow morning. Really, it’s the whole reason to come to La Jolla.
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It’s nearly noon by the time I finally leave the cove and start biking. I could stay here all day really, but I want to get down to Mission Bay and see what’s out today before we leave. We biked some of this yesterday, but it was gray and foggy then. Conditions really couldn’t be any better today, and of course I’m on my own and can stop anywhere I want without holding up the show.
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It’s just past three when I pull into the parking lot of our motel and prepare to load Roddy into the back of the Raven for tomorrow morning’s drive to Borrego Springs. Rachael arrives in the parking lot less than a minute later, as I anticipated as I’ve been tracking her position on the Garmin. She helps me load the bike and then we head to the room to get ready for our early dinner.
Dinner at La Dolce Vita is excellent, maybe my favorite meal since we started our drive south. Over the meal we trade photos and she recounts her day’s 12+ mile hike, a walk that included an unexpected scramble up and down a steep slope when part of the route I mapped for her is on a controlled access road through a private residential development. It’s like what happened a few days ago on a ride from Paso Robles. Regardless of what else you might think about biking in Great Britain, it can’t be denied that they do an outstanding job of providing public access to lanes, trails and bridleways everywhere you go.
The views from the heights were impressive, but what really impressed her was her walk along La Jolla Cove. On foot, she was free to walk along the footpaths and down on the beach; something I’d do myself the next time we’re in town.
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Christmas bird count
Like I said, I’m ranker than a rank amateur. A real birder would compile a list three times as long, but I’m pretty happy to have seen around fifty different species of birds over the last few days, just by stopping along the road here and there in the course of a bike ride. For the record, here’s my list for the last few days:
Acorn woodpecker
American avocet
American coot
American crow
American kestrel
American robin
American wigeon
Black-necked stilt
Brandt’s cormorant
Brant
Brown pelican
Bufflehead
California gull
California quail
California scrub jay
Cedar waxwing
Chipping sparrow
Common raven
Double-crested cormorant
Great blue heron
Great egret
Greater scaup
Heermann’s gull
Horned grebe
Lesser scaup
Little blue heron
Mallard
Marbled godwit
Mockingbird
Mountain bluebird
Mourning dove
Northern flicker
Northern pintail
Northern shoveler
Osprey
Pied-billed grebe
Raven
Red-tailed hawk
Rock pigeon
Rough-legged hawk
Ruddy duck
Snowy egret
Spotted sandpiper
Starling
Turkey vulture
Western bluebird
Western grebe
Western gull
Western sandpiper
Whimbrel
White-crowned sparrow
Ride stats today: 31 miles, 1,200’; for the tour: 299 miles, 14,300’
Today's ride: 31 miles (50 km)
Total: 299 miles (481 km)
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