David Johnson's Travel Blog
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04/05  Camarillo
04/09  Los Padres National Forest
04/10  Uphill Against the Wind
04/11  Clingy Grass
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04/17  Cows
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04/19  That Bridge
04/23  Milk Cows
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Biking West 2015
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Kayak Trip 2017

Uphill Against the Wind


tl;dr: I spent the first half of the day in the mountains, and the other half on the plains.

I know what I forgot to do back in Camarillo. I forgot to find and fix the hole in my sleeping pad.

It was cold out, so I was lazy and stayed in my tent until light was pouring over the mountains. I packed up and hit the road. If my map reading was correct, I'd be to the top before long.

My map reading was dead wrong. I continued upward for several hours. Finally I reached a pinnacle and was able to bike downhill...for a couple miles. Then it was uphill again. For hours more, yet. Eventually I topped out at 5160 feet. I knew I was at the top because there was actually a sign.

It stayed cold. I kept on many layers most of the morning.

The trip down the mountain went quickly. The rest of the day was spent on relatively flat land as I made my way toward the Carrizo Plain. I stopped for lunch at a little tiny mostly abandoned town along highway 33 with a restaurant called The Place. They filled my water bottles from their own larger water bottles. Apparently, the well water is not fit to drink.

After eating lunch, I was forced onto Highway 166 for four miles. That was a horrible four miles. The traffic was unbelievable, and I had a vicious head wind. I guess I'd gotten spoiled by my deserted mountain roads. But eventually I was able to turn off onto Soda Lake Road which runs through Carrizo Plain National Monument, and I once again was able to enjoy the solitude of empty dirt roads.

Though I expected it to get cold again, I didn't set up a tent. I just found a bare spot off the road and laid out my sleeping bags.

looking back


higher than I expected

down I go

if I needed water I would push those cows out of the way

miles and miles of grapes

Carrizo Plain National Monument

good night Carrizo Plain

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