David Johnson's Travel Blog
Bicycle Trip 1999
Okefenokee 2002
Anza-Borrego 2003
Texas 2003
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Sequoia National Park 2004
Hiking Florida 2005
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Liverworks Productions
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Bicycle Trip 2015
03/13  Your present plans...
03/14  Unscenic Lands
03/15  Arizona
03/19  Into the desert
03/20  Painted Rock Petroglyph Site
03/21  Canal Roads
03/22  Yuma
03/26  Border Town
03/27  Yuha Desert
03/28  Otay Mountain Truck Trail
03/29  San Diego
04/02  Traffic
04/03  Los Angeles
04/04  More Traffic
04/05  Camarillo
04/09  Los Padres National Forest
04/10  Uphill Against the Wind
04/11  Clingy Grass
04/12  King City
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

That Bridge


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


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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