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03/13  Your present plans...
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03/19  Into the desert
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03/28  Otay Mountain Truck Trail
03/29  San Diego
04/02  Traffic
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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
04/18  Trees
04/19  That Bridge
04/23  Milk Cows
04/24  Sea Ranch
04/25  Mendocino Coast
05/06  Fort Bragg
05/07  Usal Road
05/08  Honeydew
05/09  Humboldt Redwoods State Park
05/10  More Big Trees
05/14  Crescent City
05/15  Oregon
05/16  Rogue River-Siskiyou National Forest
05/17  Shady Cove
05/20  The hub is dead
Biking West 2015
Chickens and Pheasants 2016
Biking About 2016
New Zealand 2016
Kayak Trip 2017



tl;dr: From fog to strawberries to traffic to redwoods. And mosquitoes.

Well, the walls of the Motel Cinderella are a bit thin. I'm pretty sure the guy in the next room had a medical condition. I left the motel at sunrise. Except there was fog. And then there were strawberries. Miles and miles of strawberries. Next came the oppressive traffic of Santa Cruz which lead into the constricted tourist traffic into the mountains. Then came the trees. Great big trees.

I biked from Hollister over to Santa Cruz. I met quite a few bike weenies on this leg, but then I took Highway 9 up to Big Basin National Park and left them behind to their stuck-up selves.

I haven't sweated this much yet this trip. It's humid here, and I spend most of the afternoon climbing, which is slow going, so I was often accompanied by a cloud of flies.

At Big Basin National Park headquarters I watched as six lucky campers received the remaining campsites. Suckers. I continued on (being passed by the angry non-recipients), climbing and climbing until I reached China Grade Road, which climbs even steeper. Eventually I was on gravel, and soon I was on restricted fire roads.

I laid out my sleeping bag in a small clearing under towering redwoods to the sound of some roosting birds and absolutely nothing else. Well, there were mosquitoes. I almost forgot about them.

foggy morning

somehow I am following these purple arrows


I found these trees outside of Santa Cruz

Google Maps actually directed me down this road

typical street here abouts

Big Basin Redwoods State Park

this is a good spot to camp

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