Sketchiness

Ahoy from San Francisco!! I'm pretty pumped about being here-it feels like it's a major landmark that we've been striving towards for a while now, so it's satisfying to have finally reached it.

We hada good ride this morning to get here- not too long, but the area is very cyclist friendly. Well, friendly in that there are plenty of paved bike paths and bike lanes, but completely unfriendly in that the hills were steep and long. Yuck. But we made it to the Golden Gate Bridge- it was a bit unceremonious, since the bridge was completely covered with fog, so we could only see about the first 200 meters,which weren't all that exciting. After Tom expertly nagivated us through the city- ensuring that we covered as much elevation changes as possible- we made it to our hostel.

It's a bit sketchy. Well, maybe not a bit- maybe more like alot. But that's ok. We're getting used to the sketchiness of California already. Most people that we have met have been complete psychos, so I guess the entirety of the Northern Californian coast has been an effective desensitizing experience with regard to sketchiness.

For example...

1: The guy we met last night- so, he walks over to where Tom, Jason, and I were eating dinner, and offers us some wine- he had a huge story about how he got the wine from some guy who he gave a bike lock to. The bottle was already opened, but he seemed nice enough, so I guess that we weren't really worried about the possibility that he did anything to it at the beginning. However, as he started to talk we became much more wary. He told us how he was a declared homeless person, who thought that he was the first person to experience an enlightment which allowed him to be the last avant garde artist, and the first person to be able to relate this enlightenment to tennis. He ranted for awhile about how he was going to make tennis a mind-body-soul experience, and so on- I think we had all successfully blocked out his spiel by that point, so his later comments are now lost to the world.

2: The guy we met this morning- we come upon him when we stepped out of our tent. He was sleeping in front of one of our food boxes in a sleeping bag. He looked kind of like a disshevelled version of Sean Connery, but didn't say much other than asking us for the time, and telling us about the raccoons who were fighting all night (there was a crapload of raccoons at this site- we). So, he left all of his stuff shortly after waking up-he walked off with a little briefcase, and i was a little worried thatthere was a bomb or something in the pile of stuff that he had left (I think that I am really paranoid because I have been listening to a lot of books on tape by american left- and right-wing political activists, so I have been hearing about the Bush administration and the war inIraq for 6-8 hours every day. A person can only listen to so much Michael Moore before going insane...). Fortunately, there was no bomb. The guy came back about 45 minutes later (he had no vehicle, and there was no town around for miles), then packed up his stuff and left.

3: All of the Americans who think that we're from either New Zealand orAustralia based on our accent.

4: Ninja biker- this guy we met was covering crazy long distances daily- he did our last 3 days in one day! He bikes about 250-320km/day! Ridiculous. Mind boggling, even!!!

5: The general population of the town of Garberville- this one guy randomly approached Tom, and explained the entire genealogical background of his two mutts. (one was half rottweiller, half wolf). Another woman greeted us as if we were old friends, which totally caught me off guard. When we looked a little uncertain of who she was, she asked us if we were in fact the couple who was there earlier in the spring. ( There are seriously hundreds of people who do this ride every month) She figured that since we were on a bike, we must be the same people. Another lady was trying to start a fire in the parking lot to cook food. Another drunk guy randomly started giving us directions to who knows where. Hmmm, well i guess that that gives you the general picture.

Fiddler's Green

I made it to California!!!! We've biked about 1,500 km, and it's been about 2 1/2 weeks, so I'm really excited about our progress. We'll be stopping in San Francisco for a few days early next week, and then heading on down the coast to LA, which I'm sure will be a very busy road.

We just did our highest hill today so far, and for the whole trip- 2000 feet. It wasn't as hard as I had expected, but it had a killer downhill- definitely worth it!!

We've been biking through Avenue of the Giants for the past few days- a winding road leading through the Redwood forests. The trees are so massive, you can't help but feel insignificant standing at their base.

Last night we stayed in this freaky campsite for hikers and bikers- it was about 3 km from the regular campsite. The area was nice and secluded- very quiet- but it seriously looked like it was the set of some freaky horror movie. Really freaky. I held my pee in all night because I really didn't want to go out there alone in the middle of the night. But luckily we awoke the next morning unscathed, and lived to tell. But really - if there are any amateur film producers out there, this would really be the perfect set! It even has a creepy bathroom with a skylight that you could fling a dead body over to scare the unknowing bathroom occupant.Brilliant plot line. (I'll post a photo of it once I get back to Canada and have access to all my photos- until then, you'll just have to trust me....)

Ok, well the library is closing- 5pm and this town apparently shuts down. Later gators...

Windy rides

I'm writing from the library computer of Port Orford- a little town about 100km from the Oregon-California border. It's crazy how fast Oregon went by. I guess I had a huge misconception about the sizes of the states- California's about 3x bigger than I though. It's going to take up 2/3 of our trip. I'm sure it's really beautiful though.

Well since my last email, I think that we've covered the hardest leg of the trip so far. We had some big climbs a couple of days back, but what was hard was that we're right on the ocean- the road is so exposed, and the wind whips by so fast that it really felt like i was going to be blown away. I was so scared, I wanted to just sit there and cry. Actually, that's what i did, but Tom suggested that it wasn't a particularly good way of dealing with the problem, so we walked our bike through a really sketchy area that was super windy with a super big drop on the other side, and then it was at least somewhat safely navigable after that. It's just the huge RV's, being driven by really old people that are the worst- it fells like we're being driven off the road sometimes. But usually it feels very safe, and the road is fairly quiet and not so windy.

Where's the road??

There haven't really been any notable bike problems in the last few days, which has been great. The camping along the way has been fantastic-the sites here are gorgeous and really cheap- $4/person. Unfortunately the hiker biker sites give you little to no privacy, but the social aspect is great.

Oh yeah- I forgot to mention our escapade yesterday. We were both so tired after a long tough day, and we saw a sign that said we were 2 miles from the campsite. After about 4 miles we figured that we had gone the wrong way, so i looked at our guidebook, and we realized that we had missed a turnoff. So, we biked back 3 miles, and biked up a super super steep hill- I couldn't make it- I had to walk it, it was so ridiculous. Then we get to the top and had a super steep downhill. After a few miles in the fog and rain, we came to a junction that wasn't in our directions to the camppsite. So again we realized that we had gone the wrong way again, and really we were on the right path to begin with!!!! Ahh!! So, i swore a lot, and then we biked back and found the place an hour later. It was so frustrating. Oh well, now it's over, and i'll read the map more closely!!!

Welcome to Oregon

Tom and I are now in central Oregon!! We've been really pushing it for a few days now, and I am really starting to feel a lot stronger and more comfortable with hills, which are becoming more and more frequent.

Our two biggest have been today- 700 and 900 feet. I guess it doesn't sound all that huge, but it's tough lugging all of the gear up. We rejoiced at the top of each hill though with snacks of sweedish berries and doritos to keep us motivated. We are actually going for the record of unhealthiest bike team doing this trek right now (we're somewhat in sync with several other couples and solo bikers). But you have to understand- to achieve this record is quite difficult, so we have to avidly consume large amounts of the above foods, as well as chocolate and other goodies on a regular basis. It's crazy how constantly hungry I am, though. Unfortunately our cooking ability is more of a disability, so our dinners are more similar to a vomity mush than an edible meal (see below). Oh well.

Recipe: 1 part nasties. 2 parts pasta.

We've actually just had some more troubles with Tom's bike- it's getting really frustrating!! Another spoke broke, that definitely wasn't damaged before, so right now the whole back wheel is getting completely new spokes put in. It sucks though, because we finally got into a good groove of biking and setting up/taking down camp, and then another problem arises. We were only about 10 miles outside of a city when it happened (that we were told had a bike shop) but it didn't. But this amaing couple that we met in that city offered to give us a ride into Newport, a larger town that did have a bike shop, so we got a ride with them, which was so great!! It was only about 35km, so It didn't feel too disappointing to have to get a ride. Plus we had no other option at that point because Tom couldn't ride on it anymore. So it'll be fixed soon, and we're heading on to what looks like a gorgeous state park to camp for the night 10 miles south of here.
The area is completely gorgeous- the ride floows right along the coastand the beaches are all beautiful!!

Ok, well my time is running out so I've got to go. I miss you all lots, and hope that you're having as much fun wherever you are as we're having out here!

Bike Problems...

So, I realize that my last post was only about 3 days ago. So you might be wondering what kind of a slacker bike trip I am on that I have enough time to be emailing everyday...

Well, let me tell you- we took a bus yesterday, so it pretty much is the slackest bike trip ever! Just kidding. Actually, one spoke in Tom's back wheel broke about 5 km out of a town yesterday, so we had to bike back into this town which we thought had as bike shop, but it really didn't. So, we ended up taking an hour bus ride (for 50 cents!!) into Aberdeen, Washington to get to a bike repair shop. The back spokes were sheared by his chain somehow while being transported to Vancouver, so that is why we are having all of these issues right now. Fortunately though, he was not hurt, and we have a crappy, cheap motel here for the night. We should be on our way tomorrow, and into Oregon by the end of the weekend. Our first real view of the coast here was so amazing- it is absolutely gorgeous!! Actually, all of Washington is quite beautiful.

Great lakeside campsite in Washington

As a bonus, in the busride to Aberdeen we were entertained by tales from this 20 year old guy in a dirty beater, jeans hanging way too low, and chains around his neck, of how he was neglected and abused by his father, and made to walk around on his hands all of the time, which is why his arms were so unbelievably huge right now (I couldn't see it, but I tell you, Tom was quite impressed...) Weird. Anyways, not the typical small talk.

So, to clear up a few questions that have arisen in your replies to my first post

1. We are on a bike trip from Vancouver to somewhere in southern California.
2. Yes, you all can touch my huge, rock hard thighs when I get home. (although they may not be that impressive if we keep bussing around...)
3. No, I do not have any interest in a buying 10 year old diabetic guinea pig. From any of you.