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More Big Trees

2015-05-10

tl;dr: I biked through many Redwoods State Parks. I may also be a bit grumpy today.

If you ever find yourself biking north into the town of of Orick, don't be fooled by the lack of businesses and stop at the dingy Shoreline Deli & Market for microwaved breakfast sandwiches, because on the other side of a bridge is a real town with real restaurants. Stupid microwave breakfast sandwiches.

The roads on this stretch have speed indicators that ostensibly flash at people going too fast, but just remind me of how slow I go.

I visited more parks with more big trees on display. The grandeur.

I'm now on a stretch where I can't help but meet up with oncoming bicycle tourers coming from the North, which, apparently, is every tourer other than myself, because I'm the only one not smart enough to take advantage of the prevailing north winds along the coast. Anyway, this is beginning to stress me. I feel like I need to stop and talk to them, but usually I just wave. I mean, other than being on a bicycle I have nothing in common with any of these people. I'm sure they have interesting stories, but I mostly don't care. And I usually end up sounding like a jerk. "Why do you have your big bags in the front?" Have you ever heard of physics? "You don't look like you are carrying much." How much crap do you need? "There's a nice campground ahead of you." I don't pay for camping. You're on a bicycle. You can sleep anywhere. "What kind of tires are those?" Those are called Big Apples, and I'm subtly implying that they are better than your tires. "Where are you going?" I'm headed north, but I'm avoiding this highway whenever possible because only an idiot would deal with this traffic when there are choices.

By the afternoon I was still biking through redwoods. I find these roads much more interesting than that boring rocky coast. Even so, I was barely paying attention. Maybe it was the weariness, but only occasionally would I take in my surroundings and think, oh look more big trees.

I was advised that Crescent City was not a nice place to stop, but I think it will fit my needs perfectly.

there are maggots on this rock


Roosevelt Elk


Big Lagoon


more Roosevelt Elk




Prairie Creek Redwoods State Park


Newton B Drury Scenic Parkway


bad panorama






golden bear


bad with physics


False Klamath Cove


Del Norte Coast Redwoods State Park


stupid loud motorcycles pass with less space than a semi truck


Crescent City

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