60 miles. On a bike.
I decided earlier in the week that I wanted to go to Malibu, and the only way I was going to get there was going to be on a bike. It was a substantial trip to make it to Malibu Pier, which is where I wanted to go for the day. I figured I’d spend the whole day there and rack up just under 40 miles for the day. Well, it turned into 60. Here’s the story, abridged.
I planned to get up early on Saturday morning and bike out there before the marine layer burned off. As circumstances prevailed, I didn’t end up leaving until 8:15, but that wasn’t a problem. I navigated through Marine del Rey, Venice (with surprising ease) and Santa Monica before turning onto the Pacific Coast Highway (PCH). Some 10 miles and throngs of gorgeous cliffs later, I hit Malibu. A surf competition was beginning to set up, so I plopped down and pulled out a book. After I finished it, I decided I was bored. Tony Stark’s old destroyed house was a mere 9.8 miles away…eh, why not?
I didn’t realize how many hills I had to traverse to get there. Well, lesson learned. I did it anyways, got to 10880 Malibu Point, and wow, was it a sight to see. Stark’s old house was nowhere to be seen, but the view he used to have was insanely beautiful. Makes me wonder why he decided to ditch Malibu for Manhattan (and no, not Manhattan Beach). It’s killer. Serene, to the max.
Point Dume is honestly a fantastic place. I was too exhausted to walk all the trails surrounding the cliff but I can’t wait to get back up there. Knowing now that it’s a short 60 mile round trip, I might do it a couple more times. The views along the way and the ultimate end goal are worth it.
To me, at least.
Next blog: Back in it and couldn’t be happier.