I am in en route to Napa. Per tweet yesterday, the self-powered part of my journey is over. I have more than succeeded in achieving my goals for this trip; I have received unexpected gifts. I must be home Friday, and need a few days off the bike to process my experience before returning to home life. Check http://flickr.com/photos/cleverchimp/ for slowly organizing visual account.
Rode minutes ago into Ft Bragg to find all lodging booked. Will camp, but now I eat.
I am beyond well. More tweets when bandwidth, tonight? Much love.
Arrive in peaceful campsite at dusk after epic day, pitch hammock, neighbor campsite cranks AC/DC from truck, lights on. They have a vuvuzela.
I want today's elevation profile on a plaque in my office. Good thing no office.
4.5L of water since Honeydew, no pee. Sopping stinging crusty sweat all over.
Weave a circle round me thrice, and close your eyes in holy dread, for I in Honeydew have fed, and drunk the soymilk of paradise.
Wonderful night on Mattole beach, hammock strung from driftwood.
In motel for the night. Tailwinds turned to head; must yet find a few items for backcountry, plus Eureka postcard for boy at behest of wife.
Suckin' the wifi, fillin' the belly.
Cleaned, tuned and lubed Brommie at friendly Backcountry Bikes. Looked for laundry to dry wet wool, but already dry on body. So, eat, sleep.
At a pleasant elevation, moving out in all directions.
Mouth of the Rogue River for the night. Motel, 'cause it's cold and ultralight bag not enough. GP @ RBWHQ sent fix to Crescent City, morn.
Guess I should climb it.
Pushed hard to make it to Cape Blanco SP by last light. I'm tired in the best way, but thereby be he'll to pay tomorrow. Cell coverage minimal.
Feeling strong. Warm tailwind, thanks. _My Life in the Bush of Ghosts_ is awesome crank it beat. Sixes here I come.
In homey coffeehouse with live acoustic music (um, Eagles, Dire Straights), friendly pitties, eating very American brunch while bringing phone charge up*. Hilly segment of depressing clearcut ahead.
*on bike charger supports only moderate iPhone use indefinitely, not the intense data services stuff I'm up to (often with weak/no signal.)
Clothing dry, time to switch to hi-vis fanny pack fashion accessory for bridge crossing. Trying to make Sixes today.
Dorrie and Moira are a mother-daughter team touring the coast for the second time, this time Canada to Mexico. They are poise and grace.
Great coffee, danish, salty breeze, sun, great views, joint pain balm HEAL ALL!
Corvids ate chia while I was on beach. Slow start, too much iPhone time. Left knee yelling. Energy missing. Coffee and pastry administration underway. 20 beautiful hilly miles to dunelands ahead. Hope to make Umpqua tonight.
It's called Wakonda Beach. As in I like to take a walk on...
Perfect day. I have outpaced my 10-years-younger self on this route by half a day's ride already. Brompton acquitting itself brilliantly!
After you stop flinching upon being passed 18" by speeding RVs and logging trucks, pretty much nothing can bother you. You learn to upshift and jerk handlebars left to set up right lean to ride wake without getting sucked in.
As I was taking this photo a fellow in spandex on a double-boinger downhill bike passed, and I thought "wow, dumb kit" and then I considered the view of myself.
Mood at 11, hit a groove, flying up little hills, nothing hurts. Best part of 101 shoulder: nobody hears you singing Jeff Mangum.
I passed by this scenic bypass of a nasty 101 climb 10 years ago. Dumb.
In motel here rather than over big hill to Lincoln City, bc LC accommodations less appealing. Gonna stroll beach while iPhone charges; on-bike charging setup has issues.
Harsh transition to 101 from peaceful Nestucca.
Good night and great morning along beautiful Nestucca river.
It hurts less than I remember last time.
This time for real: leaving.