Hello San Francisco! 1000 miles down, 4000 to go. I was hanging out between Cape Meares and Cape Lookout a couple weeks ago, hoping the clouds, mist, and heavy fogs would dissipate. It was some of the most beautiful coastline I had ever seen and all I wanted was to see a sunset on the ocean. After nearly 3 days of riding very few miles back and forth in the area and no signs of the weather breaking, I got into a bit of a funk. I found somewhere to lay my head for the evening, woke up the next morning, and came to the realization that I just needed to keep moving. I would eventually be in the right place at the right time. Besides, I had a lot more ahead of me. I got on my bike and started riding. Every time I found a place to stop for the day, a little voice in my head said “Well, I guess I’ll just go a little bit further.” 65 miles and three gnarly climbs later I wound up at Beverly Beach, and that is where I met the three folks I would ride with for the next two weeks. It’s funny how the events in our lives eventually play out in our favor.
One of the biggest reasons I decided to ride down to San Francisco for the first leg of my trip, besides wanting to photograph the coast, is because I knew I would have the opportunity to connect with new people and hopefully build new friendships. I did just that. I’ve had a ridiculous amount of fun the past two weeks and made new life long friends. To all you folks who I saw most evenings while making camp, thank you from the bottom of my heart for the good times. And to Evadne, Martin, and Adian, thank you for riding with me, keeping morale high, laughing with me, inspiring me, and making the first leg of my journey more memorable than I ever anticipated. This one is for the Biscuit Babies Bicycle Club.