What were my impression of Acapulco?
Well it struck me as an impression of Califonria. Everything is big, splashy and western. Well most things. There is a hardrock cafe, senior frogs (complete with line ups), walmart and goodness knows how many other things. I got the impression that this is where Mexicans come to have holidays. Well the rich Mexicans at least. There is a waterpark right on the strip close to where my host Michelle worked. I asked if it was fun, but she said at $25USD it cost too much for her. At night there are horse drawn carts and plenty of people milling about on the main boulevard. It is maybe 20-40 blocks long, with palm trees running down the middle of the road.
I went for a swim in the ocean. It looked brown, but you know, sand is brown, so whatever. The area for swimming only went out about 20m (I went further of course) but I did not stay out long as I realized I was slimey from the water. Gross! I asked why the water was like that and Michelle told me they say it goes that way when there is too many people- which is not true. Firstly very few people were actuall in the water, more people were on jet skis, second people do not cause this. I don´t know if was polution or a natural phenomenom of plankton or something. Needless to say I was not impressed.
Leaving town I climbed a huge hill that had all the posh night clubs. When I got to the other side I hit the rivh resort side. It was really pretty here, much quieter and the gingo side by the looks of it. The fairmont was on the golf course over here. I didn´t go in the ocean there, but I bet it was nicer.
What I did love was the market. I love markets, particualrly in poor countries. This one was huge and hustling, all my heart could desire. I even bought my first souvenir, but it is a present for Thomas.
And I bought a new camrea as I killed mine. I think I also killed my phone and the touch screen on my ipod no longer works (not sure if it can be fixed).
I am on my way to Puerto Escondido and then to Oaxaca city.
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Monday, April 16, 2012
Thursday, March 22, 2012
Police Visit
Oday for the second time I took Beto's advice and slept in the park next to the police station in a small (ish) town. This morning, as I was dawdling and reading, I got a call from two police officers. When I opened my tent and they saw I was a white girl, they shrugged their shoulders, said "okay" and walked away. So it seems the advice was pretty food, and it certainly is a safe spot, if not too quiet or very dark. Last time it was cars, this time it was dogs causing a ruckus, but all in all, I slept well.
I am on my way to La Paz tomorrow, from whence I shall take a boat to the mainland.
I also discovered that they really don't sell postcards in Mexico, at least not here. In Loreto, a very touristy town, I did find some in an "art" store that were about $2 each, so no postcards will be sent. But I am thinking of almost all of you guys, I have plenty of time to let my mind wander while I am cycling.
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Guerro Negro
I ended up staying Guerro Negro three days. I am having trouble shaking my cold and was not ready to leave yesterday as planned.
Now if you are trying to find Guerro Negro on googlemaps, or pretty much any other place I am now mentioning you will either not find them or get entirely the wrong picture. I looked on googlemaps today and Guerro Negro, instead on sitting on the second biggest of two very large lagoons in Baja Sur, is no where near the water on the map. Awesome!
The largest emplyer of the town is the salt company. Apparently Guerro Negro is the largest exporter of salt in the world, most of which is used industrially or on roads, but some is for table salt too. It is all seasalt that is dried in large pools. I was told that one day of rain puts the salt production back three months. But what might surprise you to hear is that it is not a very hot place, it is very windy and mostly cloudy. Paola told me there is three other places along the Baja with a similar climate, but of course she sould not remember where. I also was told that desserts of the latitude of Baja are all windy due to to the rotation of the earth. I recall once learning about the correalis effect and think this might have something to do with that, but really I have no clue.
While in Guerro Negor I was hanging out with Paola when she wasnt working. Paola is a friend of Betos, who I met in Enseada and went for a nice bike cruise through rural ensenada with. I had an awesome time! She hooked up me up to go whale watching with her friend Rebecca, who was one of the guides at a whale watching place. While all the other boats were hanging out together, we were alone and had a baby and a mother play with us the whole time, we even had a second set come a play for a bit, I even got a slight discount, which was really awesome.
I also got to meet one of her fellow teachers who is making recycled paper. She had turned the beautiful paper into a writing flip pad, so I thought I would show her how to make a book, a nice one with a spine, ect. She even video taped me, and of coure it was the superfast version I made, but she seemed really excited. I also pulled up some youtube videos of book making, though sadly none with the hard cover and spine came up. Oh well. It was also interesting because she spoke no english, but luckily, this was one of those times where showing worked way better then words anyhow. We also had banana chocolate pancakes ala Paola. Apperently Paola had made some fancy pancakes she posted on her facebook wall and had everyone different comments on the kinds they like to make.
I also got to meet a friend of her fathers. He works for the salt company and gave me a a large book on all the local birds and which ponds they can be found in, a book that isnt for sale, also a flora book and one of the salt mines. He also is involved with the caves in the Sierre de San Fansisco, which has cave paitings that are a few thousand years old, of course the carbon dating process is bequestioned but they are somewhere between 2,500-5,000 years old. He radioed them to let them know I would be by tomorrow on my bike and that I didnt have a lot of money. There is one close cave painting I will see. There is also five two days journey that are supposed to be phenomenal. I am not sure that I really have the money to see them, but I will see what happens, seems a little silly not to go, but I will see what will happen. Both Paola and her fathers friend raved about the food there, apprently the torillas and goat (shepps maybe) cheese is unbelieveable.
Paola and I also stopped for food, the place she wanted to go was closed, so we tried somewhere new. We got quessadillas with cheese, I forget the name, I will have to ask. They made very large thick corn torillas just prior to adding the cheese, then added the meat, salsa and guacamole. It was so damned good I am hungry now just thinking of it.
Now if you are trying to find Guerro Negro on googlemaps, or pretty much any other place I am now mentioning you will either not find them or get entirely the wrong picture. I looked on googlemaps today and Guerro Negro, instead on sitting on the second biggest of two very large lagoons in Baja Sur, is no where near the water on the map. Awesome!
The largest emplyer of the town is the salt company. Apparently Guerro Negro is the largest exporter of salt in the world, most of which is used industrially or on roads, but some is for table salt too. It is all seasalt that is dried in large pools. I was told that one day of rain puts the salt production back three months. But what might surprise you to hear is that it is not a very hot place, it is very windy and mostly cloudy. Paola told me there is three other places along the Baja with a similar climate, but of course she sould not remember where. I also was told that desserts of the latitude of Baja are all windy due to to the rotation of the earth. I recall once learning about the correalis effect and think this might have something to do with that, but really I have no clue.
While in Guerro Negor I was hanging out with Paola when she wasnt working. Paola is a friend of Betos, who I met in Enseada and went for a nice bike cruise through rural ensenada with. I had an awesome time! She hooked up me up to go whale watching with her friend Rebecca, who was one of the guides at a whale watching place. While all the other boats were hanging out together, we were alone and had a baby and a mother play with us the whole time, we even had a second set come a play for a bit, I even got a slight discount, which was really awesome.
I also got to meet one of her fellow teachers who is making recycled paper. She had turned the beautiful paper into a writing flip pad, so I thought I would show her how to make a book, a nice one with a spine, ect. She even video taped me, and of coure it was the superfast version I made, but she seemed really excited. I also pulled up some youtube videos of book making, though sadly none with the hard cover and spine came up. Oh well. It was also interesting because she spoke no english, but luckily, this was one of those times where showing worked way better then words anyhow. We also had banana chocolate pancakes ala Paola. Apperently Paola had made some fancy pancakes she posted on her facebook wall and had everyone different comments on the kinds they like to make.
I also got to meet a friend of her fathers. He works for the salt company and gave me a a large book on all the local birds and which ponds they can be found in, a book that isnt for sale, also a flora book and one of the salt mines. He also is involved with the caves in the Sierre de San Fansisco, which has cave paitings that are a few thousand years old, of course the carbon dating process is bequestioned but they are somewhere between 2,500-5,000 years old. He radioed them to let them know I would be by tomorrow on my bike and that I didnt have a lot of money. There is one close cave painting I will see. There is also five two days journey that are supposed to be phenomenal. I am not sure that I really have the money to see them, but I will see what happens, seems a little silly not to go, but I will see what will happen. Both Paola and her fathers friend raved about the food there, apprently the torillas and goat (shepps maybe) cheese is unbelieveable.
Paola and I also stopped for food, the place she wanted to go was closed, so we tried somewhere new. We got quessadillas with cheese, I forget the name, I will have to ask. They made very large thick corn torillas just prior to adding the cheese, then added the meat, salsa and guacamole. It was so damned good I am hungry now just thinking of it.
Saturday, March 3, 2012
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Apparently heaven is close to LA
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
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
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Letizia
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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!
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!
Sunday, February 12, 2012
California
Yesterday morning, about half an hour into my day I crossed the Californian state line. It wasn't long after this I saw my first red wood trees. Well first I saw stumps,all over poeple's lawns, the. I spotted the actual trees. Oregon & California have well marked bike routes. The ones in Oregon don't often deviate from the 101 and usually cut off hills. I think in California they more cut off traffic, but there are way more of them, so I getto see more average people's houses.
The morning was nice enough, but the afternoon was magical. I was cycling through redwood state park. There was a good climb, but the trees were enormous and beautiful. I do have lots of pictures(I finally broke down and bought a new camera) at the moment I only know how together them only Flickr, the silly link is not a jpeg! I also do not have internet again, and am only using a cafe.
But back to the redwoods. I cycled through the park for about two and a half hours, I think. It was magical it smelt lovely. I felt bad for all the fools in their cars missing out on the majestic site and fel and smell. In facti did not even grudge the hills as it gaveme an excuse to go slow and admire. 'twas a thing of beauty. I saw what was the biggest tree there, at least I believer was. I do not think it is bigger then the one I saw by Tofino. But there were tons of huge ones, and many were double join trees. Sad, proud, beautiful, lonely, majestic trees.
I stayed at the most interesting place yet I have stayed at. I was in Orick, a town in the middle of the park.the sign's population read 627, though my host informed me it was more like 200. My host Steve,54, lives in a small 2 room house. He is a hippie wanderer type person. And he loves company. He has a friend who stays in the other room and helps out I the house and on the small large yard sized farm. I got to stay in the old school bus,complete with a couch, a mtress and even a small woodnes school desk/chair. Across from me there was a tiny trailer that another guy was staying in, who's family was in town and he was trying to move back and get a job. Apparently there really aren't jobs other then farm hands. Steve also kept a tiny farm. There is four rabbits (I couldn't hold them, not friendly), two cats-very friendly and didn't want to leave my lap, a dog, chickens and 3 goats. I made my breakfast, a fresh egg & toast and my tea on a wooden stove. He had a mechanics temperater reader he used to check spots for temperature. I also used his hot tub, right next to the goat pen!
He also was low on cash, so I bought a loaf of bread and left half of it, but he had about a quatre of a cooked salmon in his fridge and I got a salmon sandwich for lunch. Not. Ad at all.
70 miles yesterday, 70 miles today.
Today was mostly hard riding. I got to hit a co op store in eureka, which means I get good food for dinner, potatoes, males, onion and black beans. I really am. Of beet enough healthy food, so tonight should be great. I am camping Putin the city of dell rio, I saw a spot in the children's park that looked pretty good, I am having tea & one cheap taco, and will head over soon, it should be dark by now, so I shouldn't attract too much notice. My trip tomorrow (I have a bed) is 100 miles, so I am looking at buses, I think there is one that will take me part of the way, and then I can cycle, I will have to ask the waitress because all of the stop names are simply streets, though I am pretty sure it stops here, otherwise I will have to see if there is one further, or try and hitch again, one never knows. It certainly is much bigger. Ow and a lot more traffic. The 101 is mostly 2 lanes, but I will be cutting over to the 1 to or row afternoon.
The morning was nice enough, but the afternoon was magical. I was cycling through redwood state park. There was a good climb, but the trees were enormous and beautiful. I do have lots of pictures(I finally broke down and bought a new camera) at the moment I only know how together them only Flickr, the silly link is not a jpeg! I also do not have internet again, and am only using a cafe.
But back to the redwoods. I cycled through the park for about two and a half hours, I think. It was magical it smelt lovely. I felt bad for all the fools in their cars missing out on the majestic site and fel and smell. In facti did not even grudge the hills as it gaveme an excuse to go slow and admire. 'twas a thing of beauty. I saw what was the biggest tree there, at least I believer was. I do not think it is bigger then the one I saw by Tofino. But there were tons of huge ones, and many were double join trees. Sad, proud, beautiful, lonely, majestic trees.
I stayed at the most interesting place yet I have stayed at. I was in Orick, a town in the middle of the park.the sign's population read 627, though my host informed me it was more like 200. My host Steve,54, lives in a small 2 room house. He is a hippie wanderer type person. And he loves company. He has a friend who stays in the other room and helps out I the house and on the small large yard sized farm. I got to stay in the old school bus,complete with a couch, a mtress and even a small woodnes school desk/chair. Across from me there was a tiny trailer that another guy was staying in, who's family was in town and he was trying to move back and get a job. Apparently there really aren't jobs other then farm hands. Steve also kept a tiny farm. There is four rabbits (I couldn't hold them, not friendly), two cats-very friendly and didn't want to leave my lap, a dog, chickens and 3 goats. I made my breakfast, a fresh egg & toast and my tea on a wooden stove. He had a mechanics temperater reader he used to check spots for temperature. I also used his hot tub, right next to the goat pen!
He also was low on cash, so I bought a loaf of bread and left half of it, but he had about a quatre of a cooked salmon in his fridge and I got a salmon sandwich for lunch. Not. Ad at all.
70 miles yesterday, 70 miles today.
Today was mostly hard riding. I got to hit a co op store in eureka, which means I get good food for dinner, potatoes, males, onion and black beans. I really am. Of beet enough healthy food, so tonight should be great. I am camping Putin the city of dell rio, I saw a spot in the children's park that looked pretty good, I am having tea & one cheap taco, and will head over soon, it should be dark by now, so I shouldn't attract too much notice. My trip tomorrow (I have a bed) is 100 miles, so I am looking at buses, I think there is one that will take me part of the way, and then I can cycle, I will have to ask the waitress because all of the stop names are simply streets, though I am pretty sure it stops here, otherwise I will have to see if there is one further, or try and hitch again, one never knows. It certainly is much bigger. Ow and a lot more traffic. The 101 is mostly 2 lanes, but I will be cutting over to the 1 to or row afternoon.
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Oregon
So I have three days of posts to catch up on.
My first day I had my shorest cycle yet. I hitched a ride 20 miles from my host, who was headed that way. I got about 7 miles when I felt like my back tire was low. I looked down and I had broken 2 spokes. The next town, 7 miles further, had a community bike shop. They are a non-profit that gives away bikes. They paint bikes green and leave them all over town in summer. They also do a bike loan program, because apparently they had a lot of people in town who loose their licenses. I managed to do another maybe 8 miles I think it was, but the next town after that was 30 miles, light was running out and I was tired. They also told me people were really friendly there and I might get a place to stay. I ended up camping, it was dry when I set up, or just starting to rain. It rained all night.
the next day it also rained all day. I had 30 miles to go to get to the next town, Florence. This was the longest stretch yet of no towns along the beach. It was national forest, with some camp grounds the whole way. The trees wedre also short wind swept lodgepole or short pine, very similar to the ponderosa pine, were covering this stretch. I also arrived at my host Brian's place. He does Salmon restoration and had all kinds of cool things to tell me. He also reccomended the water. Apparently they drink their water straight, just sand filtration, their water is that good. I thought that was pretty cool.
today I did my longest ride yet, the straighter route was 77 miles and I did the longer bike route, I think it must have been 80 miles. Go me! I listened to a CS Lewis Narnia audio book. I also met an intersting guy named Mike who for 13 years did bike trips, stopping to work when he had to. He did the pacific coast stretch 13 times. I also met a really rude cyclist. I saw him turn into a gallery and I had just been thinking about using their washroom, so I decided to. He was asking how much further Florence was then coos bay, he asked if it was 20 miles. I told him he couldn't make it, but would manage Coos bay. He very emphatically told me I couldn't tell him what he could and could not do. He rides at night, thinks it's safer. I also said it was more like 30 miles, but I was trying to recall more correctly. Of course when I am on my way again, I realize it is more like 50 miles further then coos bay, which is about 30 miles, so I stand by what I said, I really don't think he'll make it. But he didn't need to be a jerk to me about it. I arrived to my hosts house and I got a real home made from scratch meal. Pasta with deer meatballs (shot killed and cleaned by my host) and bread.
My first day I had my shorest cycle yet. I hitched a ride 20 miles from my host, who was headed that way. I got about 7 miles when I felt like my back tire was low. I looked down and I had broken 2 spokes. The next town, 7 miles further, had a community bike shop. They are a non-profit that gives away bikes. They paint bikes green and leave them all over town in summer. They also do a bike loan program, because apparently they had a lot of people in town who loose their licenses. I managed to do another maybe 8 miles I think it was, but the next town after that was 30 miles, light was running out and I was tired. They also told me people were really friendly there and I might get a place to stay. I ended up camping, it was dry when I set up, or just starting to rain. It rained all night.
the next day it also rained all day. I had 30 miles to go to get to the next town, Florence. This was the longest stretch yet of no towns along the beach. It was national forest, with some camp grounds the whole way. The trees wedre also short wind swept lodgepole or short pine, very similar to the ponderosa pine, were covering this stretch. I also arrived at my host Brian's place. He does Salmon restoration and had all kinds of cool things to tell me. He also reccomended the water. Apparently they drink their water straight, just sand filtration, their water is that good. I thought that was pretty cool.
today I did my longest ride yet, the straighter route was 77 miles and I did the longer bike route, I think it must have been 80 miles. Go me! I listened to a CS Lewis Narnia audio book. I also met an intersting guy named Mike who for 13 years did bike trips, stopping to work when he had to. He did the pacific coast stretch 13 times. I also met a really rude cyclist. I saw him turn into a gallery and I had just been thinking about using their washroom, so I decided to. He was asking how much further Florence was then coos bay, he asked if it was 20 miles. I told him he couldn't make it, but would manage Coos bay. He very emphatically told me I couldn't tell him what he could and could not do. He rides at night, thinks it's safer. I also said it was more like 30 miles, but I was trying to recall more correctly. Of course when I am on my way again, I realize it is more like 50 miles further then coos bay, which is about 30 miles, so I stand by what I said, I really don't think he'll make it. But he didn't need to be a jerk to me about it. I arrived to my hosts house and I got a real home made from scratch meal. Pasta with deer meatballs (shot killed and cleaned by my host) and bread.
Monday, February 6, 2012
Lincoln City, OR
Last night I camped out at the beach. It was beautiful warm night, and I had my tent in a small wood right beside the beach wetlands. Today I hit my first stretch of true Oregon coast. There was mile upon of of beautiful crashing waves. It was also sunny and just a day made of heaven.
I had way too far to travel. My birthday party festivities got us home at 4 am and left one of us with a hangover, so we were really late on the road, and we went a different route then I expected, so six days after leaving Astoria, I found myself back there again, with about an hour and a half left of daylight. I scouted myself out a great campsite right by town, then went and bought dinner and checked my mail.
This left me with a bed, but about 80-90 miles to get there and I knew I wasn't going to make it. I figured at 4:00 I would start trying to hitch a ride. However, at about 11-11:30 I stopped at a restaurant to get some water. I mentioned to the waitress I was cycling and headed to Mexico. A guy who was sitting down started to talk with me, he had a notebook with a bicycle image on it, and of course he was a cyclist. He bikes a lot for red and has done two short tours, one in the alps and the other in Chile. He was headed to town and offered me a ride. He even bought me breakfast (lunch?). It was awesome, he even took me about 15 miles out of his way, and took out his tools to ensure all my screws were tightened down. I forgot to mention he would make my mum happy, but of course that would. This managed to take today trek down to 60 miles, which was way better.
I had way too far to travel. My birthday party festivities got us home at 4 am and left one of us with a hangover, so we were really late on the road, and we went a different route then I expected, so six days after leaving Astoria, I found myself back there again, with about an hour and a half left of daylight. I scouted myself out a great campsite right by town, then went and bought dinner and checked my mail.
This left me with a bed, but about 80-90 miles to get there and I knew I wasn't going to make it. I figured at 4:00 I would start trying to hitch a ride. However, at about 11-11:30 I stopped at a restaurant to get some water. I mentioned to the waitress I was cycling and headed to Mexico. A guy who was sitting down started to talk with me, he had a notebook with a bicycle image on it, and of course he was a cyclist. He bikes a lot for red and has done two short tours, one in the alps and the other in Chile. He was headed to town and offered me a ride. He even bought me breakfast (lunch?). It was awesome, he even took me about 15 miles out of his way, and took out his tools to ensure all my screws were tightened down. I forgot to mention he would make my mum happy, but of course that would. This managed to take today trek down to 60 miles, which was way better.
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Epic Birthday goodness
I have been staying with Shayna & Ian in Portland.
Last night I celebrated my birthday, they had friends were celebrating their birthday with a sparkle party. So Shayna loaned me clothes, I got a birthday party and even cake. I believe there were at least six people at the party who had a birthday that week.
Last night I celebrated my birthday, they had friends were celebrating their birthday with a sparkle party. So Shayna loaned me clothes, I got a birthday party and even cake. I believe there were at least six people at the party who had a birthday that week.
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Portland
I am in Portland with a feeling of serenity and peace. My trip here seems filled with serendipity and and God. I messed my scheduling up so bad coming here, I somehow forgot about two days. I will now spend them in sunny beautiful crazy lovely Portland.
I was trying to find someone to host me for my birthday weekend and was meeting no luck. But I sent one message out to a guy named Oceah, who was great and messages back. He would be away for the weekend, but he thought he could find me a host who would ensure I had a great birthday! Also, as I managed to get my dates all crazy, he could host me the first night I was in Portland.
I got my Portland places to stay hooked up, just as I arrived into Longview, WA, which is the next town over. Anita, Mark and Scalani were great. Anita made this huge vegetable rice dish for me, which was like heaven on earth, my body has just been craving all the vitamin goodness. We also talked for hours. They have fabulous world views, we're really interested in mine and had great things to share with me. Anita works for the police where her co-workers are appalled that she invites strangers to stay at her house. She also has a business in healing and making pillows. Mark fixes and installs robots that operate in factories. I got to learn about how sneakers are made, and how they custom make the ones for athletes. We also had a good chat about 3D printers and art. Scalani is an animal warrior and loves them to death.
I have been cycling the number 30, which is also known as the Lewis and Clark route. Of course I wonder what Native Americans made these trains centuries prior to the explorers showing up. My cycle into Longview had head winds and a few good climbs, one of the summits told me it was 665 feet, the other two climbs didn't tell me.
Yesterday I was also on the 30, but it was fairly flat and I had tail winds a good portion of the way. It was also sunny and simply gorgeous outside. I felt God sending me to places I needed to be. I also saw the creator in nature talking to me and teaching me things.
I did have an interesting mishap. I managed to snap the bolt that was holding my seat together about 20 miles from town. I managed to sit onto of my upside down seat that was bungeed to my cape and then onto my rap trap. I thought of hitch hiking, but the world was smiling, I was having fun so what the heck. I got into town and to a close bike store by the directions of a fellow cyclist just as the not having a seat seat was becoming less fun. Unfortunately the bike store didn't have the bolt for me. They did send me to an auto parts store and I have a 79 cent fix that mostly keeps my seat on. I plan to head to a community bike store this morning.
So far I'm having a great time in Portland. O each fixed us up some expert sandwiches, we went out to this tea/beer place where I met my weekends hosts(they seem awsome and they are taking me to a double birthday party sat. Night, so I am getting a birthday party!) and then we went back and I made cookies. It's time to start exploring.
I was trying to find someone to host me for my birthday weekend and was meeting no luck. But I sent one message out to a guy named Oceah, who was great and messages back. He would be away for the weekend, but he thought he could find me a host who would ensure I had a great birthday! Also, as I managed to get my dates all crazy, he could host me the first night I was in Portland.
I got my Portland places to stay hooked up, just as I arrived into Longview, WA, which is the next town over. Anita, Mark and Scalani were great. Anita made this huge vegetable rice dish for me, which was like heaven on earth, my body has just been craving all the vitamin goodness. We also talked for hours. They have fabulous world views, we're really interested in mine and had great things to share with me. Anita works for the police where her co-workers are appalled that she invites strangers to stay at her house. She also has a business in healing and making pillows. Mark fixes and installs robots that operate in factories. I got to learn about how sneakers are made, and how they custom make the ones for athletes. We also had a good chat about 3D printers and art. Scalani is an animal warrior and loves them to death.
I have been cycling the number 30, which is also known as the Lewis and Clark route. Of course I wonder what Native Americans made these trains centuries prior to the explorers showing up. My cycle into Longview had head winds and a few good climbs, one of the summits told me it was 665 feet, the other two climbs didn't tell me.
Yesterday I was also on the 30, but it was fairly flat and I had tail winds a good portion of the way. It was also sunny and simply gorgeous outside. I felt God sending me to places I needed to be. I also saw the creator in nature talking to me and teaching me things.
I did have an interesting mishap. I managed to snap the bolt that was holding my seat together about 20 miles from town. I managed to sit onto of my upside down seat that was bungeed to my cape and then onto my rap trap. I thought of hitch hiking, but the world was smiling, I was having fun so what the heck. I got into town and to a close bike store by the directions of a fellow cyclist just as the not having a seat seat was becoming less fun. Unfortunately the bike store didn't have the bolt for me. They did send me to an auto parts store and I have a 79 cent fix that mostly keeps my seat on. I plan to head to a community bike store this morning.
So far I'm having a great time in Portland. O each fixed us up some expert sandwiches, we went out to this tea/beer place where I met my weekends hosts(they seem awsome and they are taking me to a double birthday party sat. Night, so I am getting a birthday party!) and then we went back and I made cookies. It's time to start exploring.
Monday, January 30, 2012
I'm in Oregon
Yesterday I spent the day in rain cycling through largely clear cut areas. Of course Weychauser (the logging company) informed me that on Feb 2, 2007 winds of up to 120mph swept through the area. Of course the sign was on a clear cut section, very nice equivocation.
Last night I spent camping. I was cycling along and not long after four, I came across a closed RV/camp ground. Inside there was a huge banquet table I managed to set my table up on. I was warm & dry, with only a moderate amount of condensation. My sister-in-law set me up with a whole bunch of warm stuff which has come in handy.
Today was the first day I really wished I had my camera working. According to it, the battery is exhausted. I thought I left the charger at home, but I didn't only it turns out that the charge does not plug directly into the wall like I thought, so I am missing the cord.
Today I cycled through a lot of wetlands, bird sanctuary type land next to the water, large grass lands with Chanel's of water going through it. And then there were forests with moss covering all the lower branches in all of the trees, a few trees had moss and old man's beard as well. Of course there were also clear cut sections, but not as many.
I crossed my section great body of water today, the Columbia river, the first was the Fraser. I also crossed my first state and am in Oregon, though I will spend the night in Washington tomorrow before heading back into Oregon, where I will be inland.
Last night I spent camping. I was cycling along and not long after four, I came across a closed RV/camp ground. Inside there was a huge banquet table I managed to set my table up on. I was warm & dry, with only a moderate amount of condensation. My sister-in-law set me up with a whole bunch of warm stuff which has come in handy.
Today was the first day I really wished I had my camera working. According to it, the battery is exhausted. I thought I left the charger at home, but I didn't only it turns out that the charge does not plug directly into the wall like I thought, so I am missing the cord.
Today I cycled through a lot of wetlands, bird sanctuary type land next to the water, large grass lands with Chanel's of water going through it. And then there were forests with moss covering all the lower branches in all of the trees, a few trees had moss and old man's beard as well. Of course there were also clear cut sections, but not as many.
I crossed my section great body of water today, the Columbia river, the first was the Fraser. I also crossed my first state and am in Oregon, though I will spend the night in Washington tomorrow before heading back into Oregon, where I will be inland.
I love couch surfing!
As I was looking for a site today for my first camping adventure, I was reminded how great couch surfing is. I mean of course it's better then camping, but I had intended on writing this note prior to knowing that I was going to camp. The act of going through profiles and seeing all the interesting people is great. But the thing is, not only do you get to meet them, they invite you into their home and treat you like a special guest.
Herb and Tee invited me into their home simply on the suggestion of someone else; as I was taken as extended family because of my Occupy connections. Tee is actually a couch surfer who say my post, but didn't think she could host me as she was staying with Herb. I went to an Occupy General assembly with them an attended part of a city counsel meeting. They shared stories about how great the changes in their lives were because of living at Occupy and they impressed me with their dedication and their efforts to stop the coal trains.--
And then I met Larry. He is a champion hosted and seems to always have guests. I was the lone guest the first night, but two other return surfers showed up early the next morning. He made me peanut butter cookies and showed me the short documentary he filmed. Because of his couch surfing connections he is getting the film subtitled into German, Spanish and hmm, I'm pretty sure there was another language. These people are doing this for free and now Larry has the opportunity to show in film festivals around the world. Couch surfing and the philosophy it stands for of giving and hospitality are great. Larry also said something to me that will stay with me, that couch surfing attracts all different types.
The next person I met was Kirsty. Kirsty's profile said she couldn't host, but could maybe meet for coffee. She seemed so awesome I had to try, that I'd like to meet her and also asked if there was a remote possibility she could host me. It turns out she had moved towns and did have a spare couch. It also turned out that as I wanted to go to the coast, I didn't want to go through where she had lived after all. Not only is she a Chinese medicine practitioner, but she is so hospitable and fun. She agreed to host me even though she had a morning flight. She has also inspired me to use and buy better products.
I then got to stay with Robert. Larry's words of all Types certainly was true here. Robert and his three teenaged daughters live in a community house with four young guys and pets. There are animals everywhere. Two big dogs, two tiny dogs, a cat, fish, a large lizard and a parrot. The night I showed up they hosted a roll playing game, that I mostly joined in(my recon mission had me out of action for a lot of it).
I realized that going to the meetups I only have been meeting a type of couchsurfer and that there is a whole gambit that simply don't attend those. It looks like I have more in store for the future and I can't wait to meet them.
Herb and Tee invited me into their home simply on the suggestion of someone else; as I was taken as extended family because of my Occupy connections. Tee is actually a couch surfer who say my post, but didn't think she could host me as she was staying with Herb. I went to an Occupy General assembly with them an attended part of a city counsel meeting. They shared stories about how great the changes in their lives were because of living at Occupy and they impressed me with their dedication and their efforts to stop the coal trains.--
And then I met Larry. He is a champion hosted and seems to always have guests. I was the lone guest the first night, but two other return surfers showed up early the next morning. He made me peanut butter cookies and showed me the short documentary he filmed. Because of his couch surfing connections he is getting the film subtitled into German, Spanish and hmm, I'm pretty sure there was another language. These people are doing this for free and now Larry has the opportunity to show in film festivals around the world. Couch surfing and the philosophy it stands for of giving and hospitality are great. Larry also said something to me that will stay with me, that couch surfing attracts all different types.
The next person I met was Kirsty. Kirsty's profile said she couldn't host, but could maybe meet for coffee. She seemed so awesome I had to try, that I'd like to meet her and also asked if there was a remote possibility she could host me. It turns out she had moved towns and did have a spare couch. It also turned out that as I wanted to go to the coast, I didn't want to go through where she had lived after all. Not only is she a Chinese medicine practitioner, but she is so hospitable and fun. She agreed to host me even though she had a morning flight. She has also inspired me to use and buy better products.
I then got to stay with Robert. Larry's words of all Types certainly was true here. Robert and his three teenaged daughters live in a community house with four young guys and pets. There are animals everywhere. Two big dogs, two tiny dogs, a cat, fish, a large lizard and a parrot. The night I showed up they hosted a roll playing game, that I mostly joined in(my recon mission had me out of action for a lot of it).
I realized that going to the meetups I only have been meeting a type of couchsurfer and that there is a whole gambit that simply don't attend those. It looks like I have more in store for the future and I can't wait to meet them.
Saturday, January 28, 2012
Travails & triumphs
It took me half an hour to figure out how to leave Olympia this morning. My first attempt, I knew almost right away I had gone wrong, so I pulled out the map and tried again. Second attempt also failed, but I asked a guy who was cutting wood at the side of the road for directions. He pointed me onto the bike path that lead to the road I was looking for. At first I turned the wrong way here, but spotted a guy across the street I asked. He told me to go back into downtown, then over a bridge and out that way. I am glad he did, the route was brilliant, other then taking me directly into a mal, but that I corrected immediately.
I discovered I really like Olympia. It is full of hippy, hipster type people, who all look very interesting. My host Kirsty informed me that the local university green state (evergreen? Something like that) is very liberal and a lot of the people who go there end up kicking around. It doesn't feel like a Washington city at all.
I also took my first spill. There are nice big shoulders at the sides of a lot of the roads. The only problem is that there was a recent ice storm and there is trees and branches down all over the shoulders. I was going downhill on a fairly nice shoulder when I saw upcoming debris. But I couldn't figure out if it was minimal or going to be a problem.when I decided I would avoid, I looked right, to notice a car, so I figured I'd be fine and make it through. I thought wrong, I went down with my bike. Three cars even stopped to see if I was okay. I was, I got a skinned elbow and tore a small hole in my cape. I am very happy I am a cape wearing cyclist, I think if I were not I would have been rather a bloody mess.
I rode from Olympia to Aberdean today, about 50 miles. I left at 10 (time after not being lost)and arrived at 2.It was easy! Finally, the exercise is starting to kick in. I was riding most of the way on a very nicely paved wide shoulder. I had a muntain pass to go through, well i am not sure how high it was. Looking at googlemaps in the terrain setting it appeared to be a valley. But there was a fair climb (all lovely low grades) and snow on the ground in the valley above. Technically it was a freeway, but seeing as how there were many small roads that lead onto it and that it wasn't very busy it seemed more like a highway to me. I will be catching the 101, the old coastal highway tomorrow. Though I don't think I will be following it too much, as I decided I may as well try for Portland. This means I will be crossing the Washington/ Oregon state boarder twice.
Tonight I am being hosted by a family, it should be interesting.
I discovered I really like Olympia. It is full of hippy, hipster type people, who all look very interesting. My host Kirsty informed me that the local university green state (evergreen? Something like that) is very liberal and a lot of the people who go there end up kicking around. It doesn't feel like a Washington city at all.
I also took my first spill. There are nice big shoulders at the sides of a lot of the roads. The only problem is that there was a recent ice storm and there is trees and branches down all over the shoulders. I was going downhill on a fairly nice shoulder when I saw upcoming debris. But I couldn't figure out if it was minimal or going to be a problem.when I decided I would avoid, I looked right, to notice a car, so I figured I'd be fine and make it through. I thought wrong, I went down with my bike. Three cars even stopped to see if I was okay. I was, I got a skinned elbow and tore a small hole in my cape. I am very happy I am a cape wearing cyclist, I think if I were not I would have been rather a bloody mess.
I rode from Olympia to Aberdean today, about 50 miles. I left at 10 (time after not being lost)and arrived at 2.It was easy! Finally, the exercise is starting to kick in. I was riding most of the way on a very nicely paved wide shoulder. I had a muntain pass to go through, well i am not sure how high it was. Looking at googlemaps in the terrain setting it appeared to be a valley. But there was a fair climb (all lovely low grades) and snow on the ground in the valley above. Technically it was a freeway, but seeing as how there were many small roads that lead onto it and that it wasn't very busy it seemed more like a highway to me. I will be catching the 101, the old coastal highway tomorrow. Though I don't think I will be following it too much, as I decided I may as well try for Portland. This means I will be crossing the Washington/ Oregon state boarder twice.
Tonight I am being hosted by a family, it should be interesting.
Friday, January 27, 2012
Burbing it
Today and yesterday's Hilton's of subverts. Today I mostly followed DuPont & Pacific between Tacoma & Olympia.
I hit:
Lacy
DuPont
Fort Lewis (my route had me going through the army base.... Someone set me right)
Steilacoomb
Lakewood
30 miles
Yester from Burien (suburb of Seattle right by Seatac airport)To Tacoma
Tukwila
Kent
Auburn
Sumner
Payallup
Fife
30 ish miles, it must have been more, I think. I went Along the inter urban trail. I got lost a little,and even when not,went slow with the dread I was lost.
There was maps on the trail that only consisted of the small county like kent, where I was almost off the you are here map, and believe it or not, I had no clue whereKent was and if I was headed correctly.
I also learnt to ask old people and not teenagers. They all only know the freeway route.
I also found out that Einsteins theory of relativity is backwards for cyclists: whatever goes down must go up.
But all in all I did good time today, keeping in mind good is terribly slow. I seem to managed between 10-15 slow miles per hour. The headwind wasn't too bad today. I am waiting for the muscles and routine to kick I and for my speed to increase a little. I rather feel like a slug.
I hit:
Lacy
DuPont
Fort Lewis (my route had me going through the army base.... Someone set me right)
Steilacoomb
Lakewood
30 miles
Yester from Burien (suburb of Seattle right by Seatac airport)To Tacoma
Tukwila
Kent
Auburn
Sumner
Payallup
Fife
30 ish miles, it must have been more, I think. I went Along the inter urban trail. I got lost a little,and even when not,went slow with the dread I was lost.
There was maps on the trail that only consisted of the small county like kent, where I was almost off the you are here map, and believe it or not, I had no clue whereKent was and if I was headed correctly.
I also learnt to ask old people and not teenagers. They all only know the freeway route.
I also found out that Einsteins theory of relativity is backwards for cyclists: whatever goes down must go up.
But all in all I did good time today, keeping in mind good is terribly slow. I seem to managed between 10-15 slow miles per hour. The headwind wasn't too bad today. I am waiting for the muscles and routine to kick I and for my speed to increase a little. I rather feel like a slug.
Monday, January 23, 2012
Sending off
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6mH5B-x-Olk&feature=youtube_gdata_player
The best send off ever!
Sunday was about the best possibles end off I could imagine. Just prior to leaving on my transcontinental cycling trip I fell in love. Thomas & I went to our community bike store Sunday afternoon to see about a siezed disk brake. We ended up having to put in new brake pads on both of the brakes & change one of the brake cables. Why this place isso great, is that that that/let you figure it out on your own. I was working on tweaking the brake pads so that they would be in the right place. Both sets refused to get into proper alignment.The front pair had uneven wear, so we got to replace those. The back ones just wanted to be re-put in. So now I know how to do a pretty fine job in lining up disk brakes tot the roatters. France's was supposed to meet us for lunch, but we were taking too long and she had an early dinner, so she brought us tea.
The highlight of the evening was seeing Craig Cardiff live!he is a musician who I have liked for a long time. He also plays for house parties by request. My sister-inlaw had him come over for a fundraising event for an aids clinic in Africa a that lost its funding. If you don't know his music, you should check it out! I left loving his stuff even more.
The best send off ever!
Sunday was about the best possibles end off I could imagine. Just prior to leaving on my transcontinental cycling trip I fell in love. Thomas & I went to our community bike store Sunday afternoon to see about a siezed disk brake. We ended up having to put in new brake pads on both of the brakes & change one of the brake cables. Why this place isso great, is that that that/let you figure it out on your own. I was working on tweaking the brake pads so that they would be in the right place. Both sets refused to get into proper alignment.The front pair had uneven wear, so we got to replace those. The back ones just wanted to be re-put in. So now I know how to do a pretty fine job in lining up disk brakes tot the roatters. France's was supposed to meet us for lunch, but we were taking too long and she had an early dinner, so she brought us tea.
The highlight of the evening was seeing Craig Cardiff live!he is a musician who I have liked for a long time. He also plays for house parties by request. My sister-inlaw had him come over for a fundraising event for an aids clinic in Africa a that lost its funding. If you don't know his music, you should check it out! I left loving his stuff even more.
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