Sunday, February 26, 2012

Apparently heaven is close to LA

LA, not quite, more like heaven-1
LA, not quite, more like heaven-2
LA, not quite, more like heaven-3
LA, not quite, more like heaven-4
LA, not quite, more like heaven-5
After the whole car debunkle and having couch surfing hosts who didn't seem to want to actually host anyone, Thomas & I decided to try our luck elsewhere, somewhere closer to a beach for the day wouldn't be spent getting there. It seems we landed in heaven. Our host has a private suite he is trying to rent out and we are free to stay in it in the mean time. We have stayed two. Ights, cooking excellent dinners and a flourless chocolate cake, so we were enjoying ourselves, and catching up on sleep and didn't write. And our host is awesome too!

Friday, February 24, 2012

I hate LA

So after 7 hours spent in busing to the beach and away, Thomas & I decided to rent a car. But seeing as how we couldn't actually bus home from the beach (the last buses left at 8 and we couldn't get a connector bus as it did the same). We figured we may as well go to LAX, as there wascar rental places open there and it would take about the same amount of time to bus to.

This would have been great, only Thomas's credit card was declined. I didn't ha e my wallet, I realized after we had left I didn't have it, but figured I wouldn't need it. And then upon further thoughts, my credit card isn't even in my wallet for the sake of safety.

We tried two places no luck, went back to the airport at 1:00 am and the airport had shut down. I try to buy the airport Internet, only it kept on cutting and wouldn't let me connect again. Thomas alled his bank and fond out there wasn't enough mney left on it,later he realized that he had rented a car for next weekend and forgottenabout it. (hegot accepted to a 350.org workshop)So we walked out to Denny's. I was hoping to be able to pay for the rental and he could put the deposit on his car.....only I don't know my cvv code. I thought I did. So we are at Denny's right near LAX......dire

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Letizia

San Luis Obispo-12

I am cycling down the street fairly fast. I am in San Luis Obispo, and I am trying to get to Arroyo Grande, 15 miles away where I have a bed, and trying to get there prior to dark. All of the sudden there is some crazy lady on the side walk yelling at me. I look over my shoulder, and keep on going. As she is still yelling I go back and she says it's Letizia. I can't believe it!

Letizia and I attend streams of justice together. She also knows my mother because her son Adrian and my brother Adrian are the same age and used to, play soccer I believe it was, together. I had no idea she was down here. I ended up going back to her hostel, where she is staying in the old caretakers suite. She takes me back for dinner, she is cooking for the hostel - about 20 people. In fact she is making the tortilla casserole, the recipe which came from my mother for OOC, our church's soup kitchen (now community kitchen).

Monterey

I opted to hang out with family just outside of Oakland, rather then going into San Fran. As i had been there last June for work,  it wasn't a big deal. To avoid spending a day riding in traffic, I took an Amtrak bus to San Jose, then a bus to Monterey. I had thought of taking a bus to Santa Cruz, then cycling the coast to Monterey, but that would have entailed catching my first train just before 7 am. As it was sunny, I had thought as soon as I got into town I would finally go for a swim in the ocean, as I hadn't yet. But of course about 15 minutes before we arrive the weather turns and it, well not quite drizzles, but close and it turns cold. The best laid plans go oft awry.

I got into town at 3:30, which gave me enough day light to have a peek around town, see the fisherman's wharf, aka tourist trap central and meet Jimmy who is the mainstay of Occupy Monterey. He had his own occupy shrine  set up.

Big Sur & Monterey-6

I was staying with KG, who had told me there would be five other couch surfer, that we were amount pizza and having a pizza party. It turns out two of them were a day off on their schedule and were arriving the next evening instead. But he did have another friend who came over. So we had one Italian girl who is living in NYC, one English guy who is living in Italy, one American girl living in LA traveling for work, and me, one Canadian girl, not quite living anywhere at present, other then on my bike. We all hang out eating pizza and drinking wine until 12:30, which for me right now is late. I had a great time getting to know Renee, the girl living in LA. She even gave me a ride this morning, so that rather then having two grueling days, I could have two moderate one. But what with taking off late and not quite knowing where to get out, I only managed to get 5-10 further then I had planned. Tomorrow I will have about 65 miles to ride. The coast here is easier then north, because rather then rivers, there is creeks/streams, which while they do form decent sized canyons, are not as large and are all bridged. Prior to SF, all the rivers along the coast entailed cycling down inland a bit, to sea level, around a sharp bend, over a small bridge, then another bend, then uphill headed towards the coast again. This pretty such ensured some headwind. Now, while the road is a fair deal high, it very infrequently goes down to sea level, though the coast does appear to wind a little more, much larger linger windings. The coast here's largely rock and rock beach, very much like BC coasts are. 

I also saw my first bike tourists, but of course I was I. The car when I saw them, but I think from now on, they will start cropping up.

Big Sur & Monterey-14

And it is finally warm. No more wearing my cape, no more tights or cycling pants. Sunshine on my skin! Well some anyway, I am hoping for more, but I am sure that I will get soon enough.

The climate seems to have changed again. As soon as I hit California, the trees went back to the proper size. However, I have been lead to believe that this is due to logging or rather the lack there of, with plenty of protected park space. I did see my first blooming cherry trees about half an hour on my trip into California. I think it was two days after that eucalyptus trees started showing up. Often they were beautiful massive delightful smelling lines of them along the road, maybe 10 or so at once. I have seen small areas, but certainly nothing looking like a Forrest made of them.  There is still eucalyptus trees, thoughh less of them, way less trees in general one side of the road is cliffs, other is mountains/hills that are mostly arid grassy lichen areas. They are very pretty and green enough right now, but they must be scorched and brown looking in summer.

I am currently camping by a little stream. There were a bunch of twenty year old guys who were bouldering down it as I set my tent up. It is much colder then I was expecting it. My last camp was surprisingly warm, I even left my feet unzipped in my sleeping bag, not tonight. I am not sure if the cold is from the stream or from the haze, which has been hanging around all day. 

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Pilar

I had myself a grueling couple of days planned. Yesterday and today was to be 60-70 mile days up and down coastal hills all day long, but it was not to be. I broke the bolt that holds my seat on yet again. I was only a mile outside of a town... A small town, Point Arena, with no bike shop. So I tried to hitch hike again, but I was also told in the morning there was a bus. A lady named Pilar picked me up, she was headed home to Gualala. She told me there was a bus in the morning and I was welcome to stay with her, or I could still try to hitch hike. I decided to go for the bus. There isn't a whole lot of traffic driving down the number one, and the likelihood of someone taking me into town was not very high.

Pilar took me home, fed me dinner, put me into my own bedroom with my own bed, gave me a shower, breakfast and put me into the bus. She was awesome!

I missed some very good climbs by taking the bus. I also got a little car sick in the tiny bumpy bus that went curving along more then half of the way.

I got a new seat post, it seems my last one had worm out the grooves that heald and angled the seat, so a new bolt would have snapped too.

I ate lunch in the sun, had a 16 mile ride to tonight's bed and am now in town, outside of Starbucks, writing my blog post. I will walk around and check it out. I am in Petuloma, CA. I will bus not SF tomorrow for the day, and hopefully will have a bed in San Jose.

I am rushing down the coast because Thomas is coming! He will be hanging out just outside of LA in orange for five days, the first of which is his birthday! I am so excited!