I started at the parking lot on Missouri Flat and took the trail east towards Placerville. This is the same ride I have done a couple times towing my son, but I would be alone this time—not towing an extra 75 pounds. The plan was to take the El Dorado Trail all the way to the end in Camino.
The morning was cool and clear; for the first time in months I was a bit cold as I rolled away from the truck.
Fall always arrives with mixed emotions. It is my favorite time of year to ride, without question. However, the onset of fall means winter is on the way, and that is my least favorite season.
I did the ride up to where we turned around last time and continued up the dirt trail, climbing gradually up the old railroad grade. Although you aren't far from Highway 50, you wouldn't know it by the scenery.
Nope, no civilization out there:
After a couple miles, the trail stopped at this fence:
I backtracked to a spur trail and ended up in a neighborhood. I headed north until I popped out on Highway 50. I crossed the highway and took Carson Road east for a while until I noticed the road was completely lined with the very goat heads I was trying to avoid. That was my cue telling me it was time to head back.
I rolled back down the hill for what seemed like forever. Like I have mentioned before, it's quite a treat to have a ride end with a downhill.
After about 25 miles I needed a coffee break:
This is the old bell tower. After much of the business district was leveled by three fires in 1856, the need for an alarm system was finally remedied in 1865 with the bell tower. Tucked up under the hood is what looks like an air raid siren.