Month: October 2022 (Page 3 of 3)

Dry pack up at Refugio this morning.

I may repeat such little details so much that you’re saying to yourself, “Enough!”, but small things mean a lot out here on the road when everything you have fits into four rather small satchels attached to your bike. At dinner last night John commented that when asked what he learned from the trip he’d say, “You don’t need very much, and simple little things mean a lot and can make you very happy.” Things like a dry tent; a real brewed coffee; a tailwind; a shower that you don’t have to feed quarters; a cheap beer, a night on a yacht.

So much to catch up on since Day 63, and I’ll get to 64-65 as soon as I can. Right now, I’m in Torrance, CA with John W. who I hosted twice through Warm Showers this past June and July. He is kindly returning the favor and I’ve been catching up with him on his April-September 7,000 mile tour. Stay tuned for updates to today and previous days.

Ahhh. Hot Coffee before the ride. And refrigerated yogurt and museli. Luxury.

However, even the ethereal Doty Ranch couldn’t escape the coastal fog and it was a wet pack-up and cool start. The sun was out by ten though, and I was soon stripping off my long sleeve shirt and jacket. The biggest thing I noticed on the ride today was the change in the hills. Instead of burnt-out grass and scrub bushes, the hills were lushly green with trees, grass, and shrubs.

Still a mild reaction to the vaccine, so I rode to Salinas and made a quick stop at the John Steinbeck house and museum before getting on the train to San Luis Obispo (SLO). There, I’ll do a short ride to Morro Bay State Park and camp. Hoping to connect up with John, Luke, and Harald tomorrow at least for a day or two.

First task on day 60 (after coffee) was to fix the flat I got on the way home from errands yesterday afternoon. I walked about 2 miles with the flat because I had forgotten to bring my pump. Turned out to be a brad nail that put two holes in the tube.

It wasn’t a big delay and in the first 36 miles I had only gone up 575′ & down 340.’ The one climb of the day was 900′ so not bad for 50 some miles in CA. The weather was standard for CA so far: cool and foggy in the morning and sunny and warm in the afternoon. Coming over Mt. Madonna into south Santa Cruz county, the fields in the valley were covered in white structures. Solar panels maybe? No, as I got closer, I saw that it was plastic covering the fields. Sometimes roofs over blue berries and raspberries, sometimes plastic over strawberry rows, and sometimes a field was just covered completely in long rows of whiteish plastic.

Monday October 3 & Tuesday October 4. Aaron and I rode to return the e-bike in the Haight-Ashbury area via “The Wiggle”, had a coffee, and Aaron went on to Ocean Beach by the Metro and I rode to REI to get some camping supplies. Specifically, a lightweight folding camp chair that almost everyone had but me. So, I bought one (adds only 1 lb) and a few other necessities that I’ve been seeking. After the REI excursion, I rode through SF to Ocean Beach to meet Aaron for lunch. The beach is pretty impressive; really deep sand that’s very hard to walk on. After a lunch of buffalo mac & cheese at a vegan restaurant, I rode back to the apartment and Aaron took the Metro. Without any panniers on, and fairly light traffic, I beat the streetcar by about 4 minutes. Also, while SF does have some significant hills, the ride through Haight-Ashbury, the Panhandle and Golden Gate park was pretty flat.

Fortunately, the early morning departure was quiet, and even with all the fog of Bodega Bay, dry due to the thick cover of pines and a steady wind. For the first time ever in the fortnight we had been camping together, I was the first one off. I said good-bye to each of the group just in case, but we promised to meet at the Golden Gate on Sunday.

Another dry day, after a night of racoon infiltrations and intra-racoon fights, two of them stealing a yogurt from John’s backpack that he left on the table thinking everything was out. He got up and shooed them away but his yogurt was gone. We all had restless nights with all the racooning going on. To assuage his yogurt craving and mine for coffee, we rode out together to the Sea Ranch Lodge and John had an Avacado Toast which was quite good looking: two large slices of toast, each with a half an avacado on it. “That will get you through the afternoon for sure,” I said.

John left before me as I knew he would be setting a pace I couldn’t keep. It was a 47 mile day with 3500 feet of climbing and the CA 1 lived up to it’s wind-y and up and down rep. There were some serpentine sections that were long to get up, but fast and fun going down – especially since I now have working brakes!