Memories of November 4 remind us how God has kept us safe. The tires on the Burley two wheeled buggy continued to lose air with a slow leak. David worked at putting a new tube in and we found it flat at breakfast in Fillmore. The valve needed to be modified and off we went after a strong breakfast at one of the few restaurants in Fillmore. Sophie was a bit bored from the process.
Bike instructions on Google continued to take us to Ghost roads that do not exist. We took a side road for over ten miles from Fillmore. It ran into an empty field. The road was lovely while it lasted then we had to figure how to get to the 126. Later we ran into a ravine on a parallel road to the 126. This detour added six miles to our total. So back to highway 126. While it is a wide road with a designated bike lane cars travel fast. We were grateful to be traveling on Saturday not a work day so the traffic was lighter.
After a rabbit road that disappeared to a field, we were on the 126 and saw sign that said Farm Day. As our perspective has always been in our stomaches, we thought it was a farm stand to buy fruits and veggies. It was the Ventura County tour of farms. The ladies who were giving the tour were so delighted we stopped, of course we had to take the hour long review of Camunos Ranch one of the oldest in the area. It was fun and historical and the tour guides gave us persimmons and avocados! This photo is one of the few CORK trees in California, planted over 100 years ago.
Google tried to send us down another ghost road; however we decided to stick it out on Highway 126 till Santa Clarita. Our confidence in Google was low after we passed Castaic Junction. The 126 was so loud we could not hear each other standing close. My fear was debris falling off of trucks and other work vehicles, as our 'bike lane' was littered with it. Much to our surprise Google sent us to a turn off on a gravel road which went through what looked like a large drainage tube under the 101. It was beginning of the South Fork Trail! Six miles from my Mom's house. We were finally on familiar roads and off the highway. Another flat tire hit before that, but we pumped it up, took our last mouthful of water in our bottles for the three of us and kept going. We arrived at 5:30 just before sunset. Sophie recognized the back yard and was zooming there in joy as she was released from her leads for the first time in two weeks.