Mountain Charlie was a man, a California man. He lived in the Santa Cruz mountains up at the top of a hill. He fought a bear and lived to tell the tale. And as seems fitting for a Californian, he built a road: Mountain Charlie Road.
I biked on Mountain Charlie Road today, and if you ever find yourself generally anywhere near the Santa Cruz mountains you should do it to. If you're up for an 81-mile ride that climbs from essentially sea level up to 1800ft, back down, back up again and then back down, you should do the whole ride! Mountain Charlie Road is paved with dark chocolate and the trees on the mountainside drop fruits spun from silver and gold, and when it rains up there, well it didn't rain today but I'm sure when it does it rains delicious beer. Mmmm delicious beer.
I didn't bring my camera with me because I thought, "Oh, I've already seen Santa Cruz, and pictures of beaches are boring." Mountain Charlie Road made that a big mistake. I would have taken three pictures. Two of the two most spectacular views I've seen in California, and one of the stuff that I described in the last paragraph, just so you don't think I'm shitting y'all or nothin'.