Back North - Highs and Lows Not wanting to deal with Labor Day holiday traffic, I chilled at my brother's for the weekend. I wish I'd been able to stock up on some of that chill for the days ahead. Except when close the coast, things had warmed up considerably since I'd exited Canada. That influenced the betting on the return route roulette and a northern course was set, first visits to Arizona and New Mexico would await a future ride. But the first ride on the Angeles Crest Hwy was very entertaining: Temperatures elevated as elevation dropped and I opted for air conditioning for the night in Bishop, by the next morning I needed heat, big time! It had been an early stop, consequently I was awake at four and soon ready and eager to ride. The day's achievement was a personal riding record that I would have rather done without - greatest daily difference in temperture. Low 30's at the start limited the mileage for the first couple of hours. I didn't mind a stop to watch sunrise paint the eastern slopes of the Sierra Nevada mountains. (I don't know which peak this is, but it was pretty.) Marysville and a visit with my aunt and cousin was the day's destination. so I had to suffer yet another trip over the crest of the mountains. I chose to endure Route 4 to add to my collection of Sierra transits (108 was the only one left after this). Towards the summit, the road narrows to the point that the center line is discontinued. It’s a lane-and-a-half wide and has no shoulder to speak of in the high country area. There are no marked passing zones and I was disappointed to catch sight of Jeep Cherokee ahead of me as this stretch began. I rapidly closed the distance, wondering how long I might be stuck behind it. I was quite pleasantly surprised when the driver stopped in a very short straight-away and waved me by. As nice as that gesture was, I had to decline. Just as he stopped and waved, a bear cub appeared on the left side of the road about fifty feet ahead of him. and at the same time. Mr. Jeep driver was looking his mirror at me and hadn’t noticed the bear. He had to be wondering why I was exaggeratingly shaking my helmeted head horizontally. His companion nudged him and pointed out the local fauna ahead. Without any appreciable delay, the cub scampered across the road and started up the steep bank on the right hand side. In a few seconds he had scrambled thirty feet above us and stopped to look around, checking us out or looking for mom - likely both. That latter possibility is what had me worried. Cute as that little booger was, I didn’t want to chance an encounter with momma, so I passed on the wonderful photo-op. The jeep moved ahead to a small pull-off spot on the left about where the cub had first appeared. I paused on their right and had a brief exchange with the couple, thanking them for the wave-on offer even it I couldn’t take them up on it. They looked like they were going to critter gaze for a bit and I moved on. As much as it pains me to admit it, there are times when being encased in sheet metal and glass cage has its advantages. After that it was a great ride until the rheostat cranked up to ROAST! I finished the ride in the upper 90's, and I don't mean mph. I'm sure others have experienced single day day temperature swings greater than the 65+ I saw, but that's not a record I ever want to break.