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That Bridge

2015-04-19

tl;dr: From the redwoods to the beach to that bridge to Highway 101.

I slept well, only periodically waking up and wondering if a passing mountain lion would decide that I looked like a tasty burrito all wrapped up in my sleeping bags.

From my campsite it was all down all the way to the coast. The redwoods grew thicker as I descended from clear skies into a slight fog. Then I was following Old Womans Creek down a dark valley overgrown with a dense variety of trees and plants. It is hard to believe that some fifty miles away is a cow-speckled desert. The steep gravel lead to narrow pavement. The trees began to shrink. And suddenly I was on the coast. Other than glimpses of ocean from Santa Cruz, I haven't seen the beach since Malibu.

Biking the coast is tough, because the map makes it look flat, but it is not flat.

I ate an expensive breakfast in Half Moon Bay. My original plans called for me to stop here for the week, but it was early, so I decided to push on to San Francisco.

I think I may have been able to find better routes, but my cell phone battery died, and my external battery stopped working. I found that to be frustrating.

I met many other cyclists today, including a large flock of bicycles on tour. Half the group was wearing helmet cameras.

Finding a hotel in San Francisco is surprisingly hard. It turns out that in contrast to every city other along the coast all the way to San Diego, San Francisco hotels are empty on the weekends and fill up on weekdays.

San Francisco is a tourist mecca full of historical, cultural and natural wonders. It's also very cold, damp and windy. Look, I took a picture of that bridge. Bye bye San Francisco.

I ended up stopping at a motel far enough north of San Francisco that the rates were just painful rather than crazy. I can now enjoy the next four nights overlooking Highway 101.

I'm kind of tired. I only peddled some 213 miles this weekend, but according to Google Maps, that included well over 11000 feet of climbing, although I think the map was confused by this one mountain with a tunnel through it.

good morning redwoods


private property






Old Womans Creek


narrow paved road




suddenly the coast


Pigeon Point Light House


cliffs


I paid for water




this road sucks on a bicycle








this was a tough climb




down into San Francisco


that bridge


Richardson Bay


view of Highway 101

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