The weather has been as great as advertised. I didn’t ride far, only 34 miles, but it was up ALL day, killed me. Again, maybe 10 cars, and a few trucks, all day.
The injury is healing fine ( though somewhat painfully). I’m taking a week to get to San Francisco and hopefully heal more before biking again. First heading to Bend Oregon for 4 days. But first brunch at Timberline Lodge on Mt. Hood. It’s snowing and my car won’t make it up the hill. I must park and take the bus up.
This has definitely been the micro brewed beer tour. Lagunitas brewery was a must visit for me in Petaluma. I pinched the bus from Bodega Bay to Santa Rosa. I called an old acquaintance (friend?) that I grew up with, in Sunnyvale. I called him so I could come visit his winery. He said he was too sick to see me, yet he wasn’t sick enough to go to work and meet with clients & interact with his coworkers. He mentioned he read my blog when I biked across Europe, yet never posted a message to me? The moral of the story? The rumors I heard 40 years ago were proven to be true. So Fuck You Bob F., I wouldn’t walk across the street to your funeral.
I started riding on Highway 1 and just 10 miles from Fort Bragg I was run off the road
twice. If your thinking of trying bike touring? “ALWAYS” use a mirror they’re lifesavers. I stayed at Mackerricher State Park, quail visitors for breakfast and whale skeletons. There is a 3 mile bike path to Fort Bragg. A great little town, organic breakfast, fun shops, good cards and a super rock shop. I got my shredded shirt repaired by Sew & Sew, which was just bought by 3 lovely ladies a week ago, so I suggested it should now be Sew & Sew & Sew.
Ryan was our trusty park ranger. He worked 4 miles from Myers Flat and hadn’t seen the bumper sticker yet, yep I bought him one. The saying was so true yesterday but not as much today, if you grow marijuana. 10 years ago marijuana grown here sold for $5,000 per pound, today it can be bought for $600 per pound on CraigsList. The growers or ex-growers…..