Adventure. Challenge. Scenery. Thereabouts.
Those four words manage to closely describe our reasoning. However, especially in remote locations of Northern California that approach the Oregon border, people did not understand.
Day one rolled through Humboldt County and the Redwood National Park, after beginning along the Lost Coast of California, which was depopulated in the 1930s. If nature and scenery float your boat, this 102 mile route is pure gold. In this case, I'll let a few pictures do the talking.
|Heaps of roads like these.|
|Our first view of the Lost Coast.|
|California's Lost Coast.|
|Honeydew Country Store stop.|
|A whole lot of this...|
|Where there's a wheel, there's a way. Twinning.|
|Eventually, it was back to the coast.|
|Rest stop entertainment.|
|Mendocino's GoodLife Cafe and Bakery is next level.|
|Day after day, this was a common sight. Support from GU Energy Labs was insane!|
On the third day, conditions were eerie. Moving from Mendocino to Bodega Bay took place in an omnipresent fog layer that hindered visibility and any hope for summertime heat. Maybe it was due to the lack of views, but day three was all business. In 5:30 hours, 98 miles and 7,300 vertical feet were covered, while averaging 18 miles per hour. At the end of our day, it was back to reality, living a life on the road and changing in liquor store parking lots.
For me, day four capped off a brilliant cycling trip down the coast of California. Nagging Achilles tendon pain caused me to pull the plug, while pops forged ahead for a fifth and final day. However, during day four, a rough start caused worry.
Climbing out of Foster City, we had 112 miles to reach Monterey. The initial 10-15 miles occurred on punchy climbs with misty conditions. After reaching our high point, we descended down to Highway 1, before being buzzed by vehicles for the next 40 miles. Eventually, we reached Santa Cruz, a city filled with color and zest. A stop at The Buttery allowed for a refueling period, before inserting headphones and buckling down for a few hours of farm roads that landed us in Monterey.
|Those Salt and Vinegar chips got me to Santa Cruz!|
|Mandatory sock game and tired legs.|
|Final destination: Ragged Point, California.|
So, after learning to ride bicycles at 3 years of age and beginning to race at 13, I am now a 20 year old trying to find my place. Through using the bicycle as a tool, I have journeyed to distant locations that I otherwise would have never visited, while meeting individuals that have a story to share and wisdom to impart.
Therefore, throughout this past week, I have been grateful to be a member of the cycling community. From adventure to racing, bicycles are a powerful tool with extended possibilities.
Regardless of your interests, passions, and ultimate vision, keep breaking down barriers and exploring the unknowns.
Thank you very much for reading, while following along with an extensive journey down Cali's coast. Until next time, get outside.