Golden Gate Bridge baby!!!!
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Day 29 & 30
Yesterday we rode 42 miles and today 67. I think today was our longest
day yet. The 1 is relentless. I love it but it's so hard. Constant up
and down kickers where you have to stand up to get up and over. I had
to have ice cream in a tiny town called Tomales. We pushed hard today
so we can hve a short day tomorrow. 25 miles to San Francisco with
alot of city navigation. The ride across the Golden Gate Bride should
be EPIC! It has a designated bike lane. I'm pretty excited for it.
Then dinner at Millenium to celebrate tomorrow night. Friday night,
Nik and I take the train back to Portland. We really miss Henry and
the girls.
This is a picture of the coast today. The weather was so strange. A
thick fog over the ocean to the right and right blue skies and
sunshine on the left. Sonoma County is beautiful. I've never seen cow
pastures so close to the ocean.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Monday, September 21, 2009
A bed!
going to be some good sleeping tonight. No raccoons to fight with.
Day 28
KOA campground tonight instead of the hiker biker site at the state
park. And it was damn worth it. Hot tub! Beds! Full outdoor kitchen!
Camping cabins!!! Amazing. It was a great end to a hard but good day.
Highway 1 has been great. I admit...I was hating on California. Some
people have a strange love for all things California and it holds some
allure for them. Not for me. I don't mind CA. But it's never been a
Mecca of golden sunshine and I think LA is where souls go to die. And
once I rode for 3 days on the dusty, hot ass 101 with no shoulder and
people in pickups giving me the finger and telling me stories of dead
cyclists at every rest stop, I had had enough. BUT then I turned onto
the 1 and it got awesome. It's technical and hilly but the views are
spectacular and the ocean really does glitter here. Today we climbed
the steepest hill on the coastal route. But it was short and we all
made it alive.
And I love my boyfriend for suggesting the KOA. It's soooo good.







