Basking in the sun I set my camera on auto and took this pix of us at the dock in 'China Camp'.
We (My bro, Joe, & I) went Mtn. biking @ China camp in Marin. Here's some history about it from the Camp itself. I took this excerpt from one of the description head boards about the area.
"A Chinese shrimp-fishing village thrived on this site in the 1880s. Nearly 500 people, originally from Canton, China, lived in the village. In its heyday, there were three general stores, a marine supply store and a barber shop. Fisherman by trade in their native country, they gravitated to the work they knew best. Over 90% of the shrimp they netted were dried and shipped to China or Chinese communities throughout the US."
What they forgot to tell you in the little descriptive paragraph was the Chinese had to face Racism from "white" fishermen who often 'bullied' the Chinese into crappy fishing areas or plane just took their businesses away from them.
"Everybody loves Kung-Fu fighting..." I wonder if there were any hand on hand fights between the Chinese and any other racist assholes during that time.
Please bake until golden brown. This was actually an oven no longer in use at the 'China Camp' state park. The fishermen must of hauled in their fish from their boats then sold the fish in the little market place which had this oven surrounded by what looked to be fish selling tables. The fishermen or the customers must of used the oven to cook the freshly caught fish.
The trails were fun. Basically cross-country riding with some climbing but nothing to crazy. It's a good trail to break a new bike. The weather was nice and there was the normal bay breeze blowing by the water when we stopped to rest at the main 'China Camp' area.
The end of the day came and we stopped at Rob's place for some refreshments and a small BS session. Rob and his wife were in good spirits and even bought a 2 liter sugar bomb also known as coke which I'm addicted to. After leaving Rob's place the end of the day had a surprise for us. As we headed back into SF on Hwy. 101 Veej's bike fell off the back of Joe's car. All I remember was running over a little bump in the freeway then seeing my bro's bike tumble end over end with cars swerving left to right to avoid the catastrophe. I quickly called 911 which in turn connected me to the CHP after a couple of minutes of putting me on hold. Fortunately for us some crazy bystander saw the incident and quickly pulled over and ran out into the middle of the freeway and hauled my brothers bike into his borrowed Mercedes Benz loaner SUV. The bike came back with only scratches on the handle bars and no other visible damage. Dam lucky if you ask me. Anyway, our next Mountain bike adventure will be in Downieville Ca. The meca for Downhill Mtn. biking.
