We rode slowly down the dirt two track, the visibility limited by overgrown white pines. I round a small corner and get on my game as an old beat Subaru wagon racing up the road just about knocks me into the woods. Some old guy inside just scowled as he drove by, probably just as surprised as I was.
Our reward was not long in waiting - after clearing the low pines a road lay out before us seeming to continue into the horizon as it followed the vast rolling hills down towards the ocean.
I watched Bernie and Shawn ride onward until they finally dropped out of sight.
Cresting the ridge, it was hard to find a sense of scale looking down towards the endless ocean.
Words failed me.