After one last day of rain, that flooded the campsite at Westport beach and lead to us sleeping on picnic tables, the sun shone all the way to San Francisco. In Westport two more cyclists (that I had briefly meet in Oregon) joined us on the journey south. It was a real treat to ride with people but that also comes with other problems.
A few mornings were spent riding through the fog that shroudes the west coast in warmer weather but in general it was sunny and I had ample opporutnity to work on my awesome tan lines!!
- All you can eat pot-luck Thanksgiving dinner at the Westport Beach KOA and the awesome camp hosts who looked after us.
- Huge pancake breakfast, hot tub and more lovely camp hosts who adopted and overfed us.
- The road from Stewarts Point to Bodega Bay. It was awesome riding on this road etched into the cliff high above the Pacific Ocean in the blazing sunshine.
- Riding around Tomales Bay into Point Reyes Station.
Bad ass cycle touring graffiti, Leggett Hill.
Hungry cyclists enjoying their Thanksgiving feast
Water - Check.......Gas - Check........Whiskey - CHECK.........Got all the essentials phew!!
All-you-can-eat Pancake breakfast round one at Manchester Beach KOA. Pens are for drawing on the table cloth inbetween plates of food.
Kristian, Me, Katy and Steve. Point Arena Lighthouse.
The posse before leaving Samuel P. Taylor State Park and heading to San Francisco and the Golden Gate Bridge.
Sign north of the Golden Gate Bridge. Still 778 miles to Mexico.....aaarrggghhh!!
Had to carry the bikes down and then up another flight of stairs to get to the correct side of the bridge. And yes mine was the heaviest!
North of the Golden Gate Bridge. Oh fog.......oh how unusual!
Crossing the bridge. Heck yes I was as excited as I look!!!!! eeeeee it was awesome!