Paso Robles Cycling Getaway — March 30–April 2

Three days of spring riding, great food, and even better company. My cycling club's annual getaway to Paso Robles delivered quiet Central Coast backroads, rolling ranchland, and a few memorable stops—from Tablas Creek Winery to lunch in Santa Margarita.

• Base: Paso Robles, CA

• Rides: Jolon Rd / Nacimiento Valley Rd warm-up; Peachy Canyon + Chimney Rock loop; Linne Rd / Huerhuero Creek to Santa Margarita

• Highlights: Chimney Rock backroads, Tablas Creek lunch stop, Paso Robles town square at night

• Food: Firestone Walker, Fish Gaucho, The Porch (Santa Margarita), Pappy McGregor’s

Monday: Arrival, Jolon Road spin, and Firestone Walker

I headed down to Paso Robles Monday morning with Geoff S. and Kurt B. to lead week 2 of the annual VeloRaptor Paso Robles getaway. Geoff and I didn’t know Kurt very well yet, but the three-hour car ride fixed that—Kurt’s background in improv, stand-up, and acting kept the conversation rolling the whole way.

On the way in, we did our usual warm-up: an out-and-back on Jolon Road and Nacimiento Valley Road (about 20 miles), meeting up with several of the other riders. At the San Antonio River crossing, I stopped with Diane, Phillip, and Tiffany to point out the plaque marking the old bridge site—washed out in 2023.

We enjoyed the open road.

A few of us at the turnaround on the Monday spin.

That evening we gathered at the Firestone Walker Taproom for beer, tacos, and lively conversation—equal parts catching up and looking ahead to the next two days of riding. Some weren’t ready to leave.

Tuesday: Peachy Canyon + Chimney Rock loop, then dinner downtown

Tuesday’s route headed west on Peachy Canyon Drive. We’d heard the week 1 group ran into early construction that was fine for bikes but impossible for the SAG. My co-leader, David K., and I did a quick early scout—and found nothing but fresh, smooth pavement. A very good omen. 

There are numerous wineries along Peachy Canyon interspersed with fabulous views, but there is a bit of climbing.  We had a SAG vehicle complete with snacks which proved to be very popular

 

SAG stop at the corner of Peachy Canyon and Vineyard Rd. Oreos anyone?

One of my favorite parts of this ride is the Chimney Rock Road–Cypress Mountain Drive–Klau Mine Road loop (about 10 miles)—a little tour through old California. The road is narrow, occasionally steep, and usually quiet. What you do find are streams winding through open meadows, old farm buildings slowly melting into the landscape, and the occasional sheep or goats near a remote ranch. There’s a touch of development in the form of Justin Winery along Chimney Rock Road. Tip: ride the loop counterclockwise—the steep section near Justin is much nicer to descend than to climb.

One of the melting spots is the Davis Family Ranch.  The sign says Keep Out and notes the property is “visited” daily—though after riding by here for years, I’ve yet to see anyone.

Continuing on, we spotted a few more structures mid-melt.

Sheep and goats far out number humans in along this loop.

Completing the loop we found our way to Tablas Creek Winery for lunch and a  mid-ride reset. I picked up some Tannant, and a couple of excellent red blends.

Back in Paso Robles, we met up at Fish Gaucho for a fabulous dinner. After dinner we debated dessert logistics: ice cream just a few steps away, or a longer walk for donuts. Kurt slipped into a French maître d’ accent to help us “resolve” the situation.

Walking back across the square to the Paso Robles Inn was quite delightful.

Here is a map of the route, click for a detailed version

Wednesday: Rolling ranchland to Santa Margarita, then horse country home

Wednesday’s route took us east, then south toward lunch in Santa Margarita. East of Paso Robles the landscape opens into rolling ranchland. We followed Linne Road along Huerhuero Creek for much of the route. For the first few miles the creek is mostly a wide, sandy wash bordered by vineyards, ranches, and a few crop farms. The road often runs on a low ridge, which makes for long views across the valley.

We did find direct evidence that Huerhuero Creek is not always dry in the form of the footbridge shown below.

I even found an old Farmall Cub tractor to photograph for my Pinterest page!

This section of road did have one steep climb around a curve, not long, and Phillip will attest that it is definitely memorable.

Huerhuero Creek bends south at Cass Winery—and so does the road. Even as the name changes (Linne to Geneseo to Creston to Webster), it keeps tracing the creek. We rolled through Creston and resisted the temptation to stop for lunch at the Long Branch.

A few miles south of Creston, the road narrows and climbs to about 1,600 feet before dropping through a narrow, beautiful canyon - the photo below is of a dear friend, Steve G, starting the descent in 2024. While Steve is no longer with us, it was places like this that brought him joy.

The road comes to a T-intersection with Highway 58, where we took a right turn and were happy to see a newly repaved road. In fact, the crews were still working on the road which slowed the traffic and made for a nice ride into Santa Margarita.

Lunch was at The Porch in Santa Margarita, and our pre-ordered sandwiches hit the spot. Phillip made sure everyone was fueled up and ready to roll afterward.

On the ride back from Santa Margarita, the gray overcast since our arrival gave way to blue sky and fluffy white clouds—perfect for cruising through horse country on the way to Paso Robles.

 

We rolled through Templeton - just south of Paso Robles - and enjoyed its easygoing, bike-friendly vibe.

Dinner that night was at Pappy McGregor’s, right on the square.

Here is a map of the Huerhuero route, click here for a detailed version.

Wrap-up

Heading back, Kurt took this photo of Geoff, me and the bikes at a coffee stop on the way home.

San Juan Cycle - Six Days on Island Time

On a recent Sunday morning I joined nine of my cycling friends on a flight from Oakland to Seattle (Sea-Tac) where we met up with Fred our cycling guide from Black Sheep Adventures for six days of cycling in the San Juan Islands.  Fred had driven up from Oakland in 'Dolly' his Sprinter van towing a trailer with our gear and bikes.  We loaded up and headed to Anacortes, where we began our week by ordering large lunches at the Rockfish Grill (I had fish and chips - great way to start the week).  

After lunch, and feeling appropriately stuffed, we rolled off to circumnavigate Fidalgo Island. The first few miles of my ride were a bit rough, as I nearly went down in a busy intersection due to a bike malfunction, escaping with only a skinned knee. Then, a bit later on Salmon Beach Rd, I was stung on my stomach by a bug that I never saw. It was a major sting as I felt it for a week. My little dramas aside, the cycling was ideal and Gail, Fred M., Sally and I stopped for a photo op. at one of the numerous overlooks.

We spent the first night at the very comfortable Majestic Hotel and enjoyed regaling our adventures of the day over dinner at Anthony’s At Cap Santa Maria restaurant.

Monday - Lopez Island

Our first full day started with a genuine cooked breakfast (included with our rooms) at the Majestic, and I need to mention their bear claw. It was a bit small, but packed with scrumptiousness. In fact, in an unselfish action, I actually passed a few bites around.   On the way out I complimented the waitress on the bear claws, she asked if I wanted to take one to go – and why not.  She wrapped one up that I stashed and enjoyed the next morning.

After breakfast, we took a short bike ride to the ferry terminal to catch the boat to our next stop, Lopez Island.  Luckily, with assistance from a very observant and helpful dock worker, we managed to avoid getting on the Friday Harbor ferry (not our destination), and were soon on our way to Lopez. We all made sure our bikes were secured for the trip.

Here is our Big Leader (Black Sheep Fred) herding some of his dwarf followers, and Sally and Chris enjoying the cruise.

Lopez Island is a delightful place to bike, with smooth, roads, minimal traffic, great views of forest, farmland, and small, deserted bays. The route around the island is 27 miles with 1800 ft of ascent, definitely enough to qualify as a workout.

The island is sparsely populated and there are few roads, so not wanting to miss a turn, I was on the lookout for road signs and thought a few of them unusual.  The first one I really noticed was Hooterville Rd. Then a few miles later Bryn Mawr Ave, followed by Shark Reef and Namaste Lane.

Being a farm boy, I usually have to stop and look at the farm machinery of my youth whenever it is on display. Some of the tractors are even from before my time in the fields.

After admiring the tractors I cycled past Duck Walk Ln, Wild Goose Chase, and Rum Runner Rd. Lunch was in Lopez Village at the APIZZAPIE food truck.  After devouring several pizzas we rode a couple more miles to the ferry dock, and arrived a bit early for our 3:40 ferry to Orcas Island.  Now, 3:40 island time actually means whenever the boat arrives after 3:40. In this case, it was 2 hrs after.  But the ferry dock didn’t lack for scenery and as we were replete from pizza, so No Problem. Martine and Sally found a nice spot to chat.

The ferry finally arrived, and we left the dock anticipating a short 20 minute cruise to Orcas Island. Pauline, Krish, Chris and I had front row seats as we crossed the channel,

But it soon became apparent that rather than approaching the opposite shore, we were going nowhere, stationary in the channel. It turns out we were still on island time.  Long story short - our target dock on Orcas Island was occupied by another ferry that wasn’t leaving. This is the view we had for another 45minutes.

We did eventually dock, and arrived at the very comfortable Outlook Inn in East Sound.  Our only excitement there was the fire alarm that went off around 9pm.  Turns out someone plugged too many ‘devices’ in their room, which triggered the alarm.

Tuesday-Wednesday  Orcas Island

Tuesday started with a short and scenic walk to breakfast. Gail took a moment to admire the wood sculpture along the way.

The prime early breakfast stop in East Sound is Olga Rising, a rustic cafe that doesn’t look like much, but has fantastic food.  The line at the door starts forming 10 minutes before they open (8am) and all seating is outside. I had the Olga Rising breakfast sandwich – which the menu says is a 'Freshly Baked Buttermilk Biscuit with cheddar, grilled sausage patty, arugula, a peppered egg served with a freshly made freezer jam'.  It was messy, but oh so tasty, the perfect balance of savory and sweet! It looked something like this, with the addition of jam oozing out of all sides!

We needed a good breakfast because this was the day for our Big Climb of the week. Namely, Mt. Constitution, the literal high point of the trip (2350 ft). Now 2300 ft of ascent is not an incredible amount of ascent if it is spread over 30 or 40 miles, but the top of Mt. Constitution is only 10 miles from our hotel at sea level, and the first five miles of that were relatively flat.

Krish and I were having great fun toiling up the road as you can see😉. We all made it to the top and got the requisite VeloRaptor pictures.

The descent down Mt. Constitution was fabulous and after a bit more biking we had a nice picnic lunch (with libations) at Cascade Lake, before heading back to East Sound.  After a shower, a few of us paid a visit to Orcas Island Pottery studio and shop, which is located in an area of old growth cedars and Douglas fir. 

Once back at the hotel, we took a short and very scenic walk to dinner. and we had a fun meal seated around a small table at Mijitas Mexican Kitchen. While I didn’t order a chile relleno I must say they looked great.  They also make very good Margaritas although the first one I ordered fell victim to gravity and the convex, and very slick, table top. In fairness, our waitress did warn me of the danger, and to take care in placing my drink. Meanwhile, Krish and Martine were anticipating their menu selections.

On our way back to the hotel we were treated to some Mozart, courtesy of a local pianist.

Wednesday started with another Olga Rising breakfast sandwich and continued conversations with folks we met the previous morning and on Mt Constitution!  Our bike ride for the day was down the West lobe of Orcas Island, East Sound to Deer Harbor. This is a beautiful 11 mile ride along Crow Valley Rd. Note to cyclists, it does include a series of bumps (hills) with grades around 12%.  I encountered this friendly beast just standing around a pasture along the way.

At Deer Harbor we turned our bikes over to Fred and embarked on a whale watching cruise with Deer Harbor Charters.  Our captain was in touch with other whale watching boats and after about an hour of motoring we arrived at Orca central for that day. It seems that Krish and Martine enjoyed the ride. 

Mt Baker made its presence known, as did the orcas!      

The Orcas gave us a good show for nearly an hour, then moved on.  It was interesting to note that on the water, laws are enforced (unlike here in Oakland). Boats are required to stay 200 m from Orcas, and there were 5 or 6 boats along with ours more or less circling the Orcas at a distance.  We had been watching for a while, when a small small cabin cruiser came along  at speed and cut straight through the pod. To our surprise, and seemingly out of nowhere, a police boat appeared and chased him down! We were some distance away, but our captain figured the boater got a hefty fine. After the Orcas moved on, we headed to a couple of small islands to view some seals and eagles along our way to Friday Harbor.

That night at dinner we once again ran into folks we knew from our time on Orcas, and shared our maritime adventures.  After dinner a few of us wanted ice cream and it turned out that the only ice cream in town was at the county fair, happening a few blocks away.  We walked the short distance to the fair ground, arriving at 7:55.  Turns out that admission was free after 8, so we hung out for 5 minutes enjoying the vibe and then wandered in.  We found the ice cream and continuing to revisit my childhood, I had to admire the collection of old tractors on display.

Thursday - San Juan Island. 

The adventure today a was a forty mile ride circling the island.  Our first stop was  the San Juan Islands Sculpture Park near Roche Harbor at the north end of the island. This is open to the public and covers about twenty acres.

After roaming the park for a bit, took a short walk over to Roce Harbor for coffee and a donut. The Roche Harbor website says it is a ‘world all its own’ and I have to agree.  It is a tiny village with an historic hotel named after Spanish explorer Gonzalo López de Haro. It is a small, rather posh village, and takes its history very seriously as one can ‘watch the evening flag ceremony during the summer, complete with cannon salute and U.S., British and Canadian national songs.’

Visit the website https://www.visitsanjuans.com/roche-harbor-san-juan-island for a nice description of this unique place.

After our donut we pedaled south along the western side of the island to Lime Kiln State Park where we found a lighthouse, some fabulous cliffs and a bit of sea life.

Chris, Sally and Gail fond it to be inspirational!

We continued to the south end of the island for a picnic lunch at scenic Cattle Point in San Juan Island National Historic Park.

We did have one Fox in the crowd and managed to let her eat despite the local advisory. 

Friday was our last day and we took an early morning ride, 16 miles out to the Pelindaba lavender farm. Pauline as usual was anxious to get wheels rolling and I mostly obliged. 

Then after a shower and breakfast Fred got the van in line for the ferry, while Pauline found things a bit salty.

Our schedule allowed time for a short visit to Pike Place Market. It was a beautiful day and the market was packed. We braved the crowds and procured Blackened Salmon Sandwiches from the Market Grill.  Chris then led the way to Daily Dozen where she picked up a delicious dozen - figuring eating donuts was an appropriate way to finish the trip.