Although I rather lost track of the route in my hypoxic daze, it included the Escarpment, Stovepipe, Cass Hill, and some roads only Chuck would consider rideable (and one that he finally conceded was not).
Q and I set out on our cross bikes yesterday for a little "mixed-use-road" adventure. At one point, on one of his secret passageway climbs, we encountered what seemed to be more frozen stream bed than road. Not much point in riding it, but we tried and ended up on the ground several times. Other than that dark moment of walking up a frozen waterfall carrying a bike, the ride was sublime. We passed incredible views and smiling, friendly folks (typically shaking their heads with that "look at that idiot trying to ride a bike on a snowmobile trail" smile on their faces).
I had not planned to be doing tons of climbing this early in the season (especially in a 42/26), but it felt great. And the new cross bike handles and rides like a dream.