I have finished out my amazing cycling adventure on the coast and am struggling to find the time to sit down and justly record journey in words. Long story short, we biked 1052 miles and it felt like it. We also got our money's worth of adventures and stories from our efforts.
First of I feel very blessed to be able to accomplish such a feat. Not only was I able bodied enough, but I was fortunate enough to have the economic means to do so. I am very fortunate to have the job that I have in such economic times.
Last that I left off I was just off of a rest day where I laid mostly motionless in a hotel room in Crescent City. During the rest day I was in a friendly competition with Brandon Robinson on who could take the most store-brand Nyquil in a 48 hour period. I think I won, but my memories of that hotel room are thankfully foggy.
From Crescent City we biked 82 miles that day to the Eureka KOA campground that was off the 101 between Arcata and Eureka, CA in Humboldt County. We saw awesome redwoods and had the opportunity to traverse some great hills. I believe this is the first time in the trip where we crossed 1000'.
This is near the top of the big climb. Note the redwoods, fog, moisture and my pale/sick complexion
Hanging with Babe the Blue Ox and my chest-hair mentor, Paul Bunyan.
We found the Elk Bros Club. I think there were about 15 bulls in the pasture. All had at least 6 points on a side.
Brandon is unshaken by the elements
We had originally planned to stay with a Warmshowers.org host when we were in Arcata/Eureka because it was going to be the largest city that was going to be on our route and I had previously hosted other cyclists and I thought that it was my turn to be the crazy hippie in somebody's house. I tried about 4 individuals on that were listed in Arcata with no luck. We instead found a KOA that had a hiker/biker option. $17 for the night and it came with a hot tub, laundry and mini-golf!
One of the crazy things about Humboldt county is that it is the Marijuana capital of California, and therefore the country. I personally don't use Marijuana, and have seen its adverse affects on others, but I haven't ever been real adamant on the fact that it should be illegal. That kind of changed after touring that part of California. We were looking for something eat that night and ventured to the town plaza to grab some pizza. We basically had to endure second-hand pot smoke as the sidewalks were lined with homeless drifters smoking pot on the sidewalk. I considered it quite unpleasant. At the pizza parlor we talked to a girl that was attending Humboldt State University. She said that she was from Oakland, but doesn't return for the summers because it is too hard to find an apartment because of the drug trade in the area. Apparently it is popular to rent apartments and not live in them but use the water/electricity to cultivate pot. Low priced housing is tough to find.
The next night we spent at a campground/RV park where a group of Neo-Nazi-ish people had taken over the campground's lounge. Brandon had entered to find an outlet to charge his phone to be quickly escorted out by people saying that they are using it to run their business. The placed tarps over the doors/windows but he said that he saw a lot of vials/baggies that were being measured out. Legalizing and taxing/controlling the trade sounds like a promising idea, but I don't know if that industry would respond well to regulation. It was for all purposes legal in that area and there was increased shady activity compared to New Mexico where it is illegal and there is no medical marijuana provisions. It was just different cycling through dairy country and then passing a farm with a bunch of green houses and armed guards/razor-wire outside the facility.
My rant is over for the day. Hopefully in the next couple of days I can find the time to blog this trip justice.