That other religious holiday. In keeping with
political religious correctness, I guess today's well wishes may have been expressed with "Happy Bunny's Day!".
I rode nearly 230 miles in the Sierra foothills with temps reaching close to 80 degrees. At one point I had to slow for a wild turkey sauntering across the roadway; it was big enough where it would have given me a problem (unlike with the squirrels, skunks and prairie dogs).
The roads were relatively clear, probably since most people already got to where they were planning on celebrating Bunny's Day. One of these locations was
Columbia State Park located near Sonora, CA. From there, I followed Parrotts Ferry Road to Hwy4 and back to Angels Camp, where I took Hwy49 to Mokelumne Hill. Here I took Hwy26 and enjoyed the twisties through Glencoe, West Point and Pioneer as shown in this map.

No, I am not religious... spiritual perhaps, but not religious. Superstitious to a very slight degree, but aren't we all? When I left this morning the odometer read 13 miles. Once on the road I checked the clock, which read 9:11. The next time I checked the odometer it read 26, which meant I had ridden 13 miles (and eventually rode on Hwy26). This coming Friday will be a 13th. Another thought ran through my head, reading somewhere that the last time the Clock was read had put it at 5 minutes to midnight. Weird.
Happy Easter!