David Johnson's Travel Blog
Bicycle Trip 1999
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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
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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

Milk Cows


tl;dr: I am finally escaping urban cities for rural California where there are cows.

From whatever city I was in (it was a hard name to remember and not really worth the effort) I struck off west and north. After meandering through much urban which was liberally populated with dedicated bicycle paths and lanes, I finally began climbing another steep hill on the edge of rural. Two miles up that hill my seat post broke. So back I went to buy a new one in one of the dozen or so bicycle shops I had passed in the previous miles.

When touring, it takes a while to get completely comfortable with your bicycle. A replaced seat post means my saddle is now a half-inch forward. I spent the rest of the day stopping and tweaking saddle angle, post length and handlebar placement until I was mostly satisfied.

I am in milk cow land. The landscape is hilly and rocky with few trees, and the grass is actually green, and there are always milk cows within view.

There are also a surprising number of road kill skunks.

In a little town called River Ford, I paid $10 for a small jar of peanut butter and a small box of crackers. In front of the store a local looked at me, looked at my hair, and proclaimed, "racing stripes!" Ah, yes. Helmet hair.

I crossed the road to Dinucci's and got their special (which was named something Italian and pronounced by a waiter with a bad stutter, so I honestly didn't understand what I was getting, except I heard chicken and rice), which was preceded by a full meal of soup and salad all in itself. It was very fancy, and I even took a picture, which seems to have disappeared. I left very full.

I hurried down the road, because the sun was setting.

Finding a place to camp wasn't too hard. I ended up in a cow pasture between Freestone and Occidental. Finding a level place to lay out my sleeping bag was the real challenge. Once again, I didn't bother with a tent.

bike path

broken seat post

Nicasio Reservoir


some rock

not very smart cows

good night California

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