summer bike trip
I thought I would move my wandering updates from public libraries across the land over to the katieblog, since it is currently quite empty. I'm not sure if I can cheat or not, in order to make the dates more realistic, but I will try.
Hey guys. Kerry requested updates from small-town California public librarys, and here I am, killing a hot afternoon in a library in Upper Lake, CA.
I left Wednesday afternoon from Davis, after some internal discussion on how to best attach Steve's fly rod. Most people who take long bike trips go for some kind of practice trip before setting out on the real thing, but as you all know I'm not one for extensive preparations or well-reasoned plans. So off I went. I immediately found that a bike handles like a tank with a very small engine when it's loaded with everything I own plus a flyrod that Steve owns, plus Michaela's world famous tortillas, which are exceptionally heavy.
On the way out of Davis, I passed a giant bus parked on Stevenson Bridge road, and some lady waved me down and wanted to tell me that she was supporting some kind of cycle-tour group of recovering quadrapalegics riding across America. Judging by the size of their bus, the lazy no-longer-paralyzed people weren't carrying their own gear. Come on!
After two long-ish days, today I had a nice easy day of riding, which is good because I hadn't been riding for the last few weeks and my ass is sore and I'm tired of riding my bike. I'll be met by Liz sometime tonight on our way up to the Lost Coast for a weekend backpacking trip. [Erin don't kill me for going there without you! Yolla Bolly was too snowy!!] Hopefully we can manage to hitch a ride to the trailhead as it's a through hike and we have only one car. I guess we could shuttle with my bike...who wants to ride handlebars?
Miles so far: 135
Rides from dubious strangers accepted: 1
Michaela's tortillas consumed: 5
Quadrapalegics dropped like hot potatoes: 0
This bike riding shit is way harder when you carry gear along.