Monday July 13

The Coast, The Road

Rare shot of B in unheated water

Viking Reststop

The long biking changes your POV:
Instead of seeing from the window of your speeding car the idiot pedaling, hauling luggage, up a long hot grade, you are that idiot.
Homo Autopissonus, the owner-holidayer, finds the biker foolish and mysterious and a little sad, even pitiable. I hate of his smugness, his shininess, his full size SUVs, his random, subtle threats of crushing power even though such acts will lead to crushing amounts of paperwork. I crave his enclosure, his shiny gadgets of control. His vast numbers. I want it just for now and then, after I've been exposed, lonely and slow. And hungry and thirsty. I rode alone today; we all did. I left my helmet somewhere in Big Sur. I climb back up the mountain past Nepenthe, but I must let it go.
Into Plaskett Creek Camp at 4 to find B set and having walked to beach I met him there. He described a fine session of cavorting in the surf so I tried it and it was fine indeed.
Later at Plaskett we met Andrew From London and Lesley from Calgary. Road stories were passed about and Lesley showed off her new pink hello kitty tent with transparent yellow air mattress and Mylar silver internal air mattress ground sheet (pictures at 11). Intrepid.
Red potato salad Italian stallion sandwiches all day long.

Whales tracking along with us today.

Biked miles - 25