Day 8: Crescent City, CA to McKinleyville, CA

September 10th, 2012

74.9 mi / time / 13.1 mph avg. / 4550 ft. climbing
Staying at Clam Beach County Park

On the first bike tour I ever did, leaving from my house, Joel rode with me from my parents’, through Chicago, and to the southern portion of the lakefront path before he turned around and went back home, and I continued alone to Atlanta. Just that was an emotional moment. So leaving alone this morning after a whole week riding together? Oof. I was teary-eyed for the first two miles out of camp. It was a second goodbye to my parents too. What finally snapped me out of it was realizing how awesome the bike and I must look rolling down the winding road between the enormous redwoods, lit by the dappled morning sun.

I have a lot of adjusting to do. I’m used to being on my own, but never have I transitioned from such a social bike touring experience (with Joel, Mom and Dad, and the Coast Caravan riding the popular Pacific Coast Route) to such a solitary one. And at the same time, the riding will get a whole lot harder, with climbs that make Oregon’s coast look like a pancake in comparison. But I think the engine was well primed this week, so I feel like I’m ready for it (and today’s result strongly supports that).

The sky was clear when we went to bed, and shockingly, it was still clear in the morning, for the first sunny morning of the trip so far. It was also the coldest at 48 degrees. I was again spoiled by camper-delivered breakfast, and the even scored a whole bunch of extra food from Mom to take with me. The ride down CA 199 back west to Crescent City might have been even more awesome than CA 197 yesterday. There are a LOT of big redwoods in this area. I kept waiting for the fog to hide the sun as I neared the coast, but even more shockingly, it never did.

The whole day would remain sunny, and utterly spectacular. Oregon was excellent, but at least on this day, California beat her. I spent half the time awed by the beauty and half sad that Joel didn’t continue on for one more day. The day alternated between redwood avenues and coastal vistas similar to Oregon, but somehow the waters here didn’t seem quite as forbidding. I feel privileged to have ridden through some 40 miles of redwood groves; when counting up the National Parks I would see on this trip, I almost didn’t include the Redwoods, I guess because it’s a state/federal partnership, and it’s so spread out. But it totally exceed my expectations, in no small part because the main features (the trees) can be seen and experienced just by riding through it, and moving at bicycle speed is a perfect way to do it. Late in the day while on another nice quiet oceanside 101 alternate, I passed an area where I could hear the sea lions barking away, but unfortunately could not find which rocks they were on 300 feet below.

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Find the bike!

In a change from the previous week, lunch was cobbled together on the roadside from stuff I’d packed (sweet rolls, cookies, hard boiled egg, cornbread, and cheese). For dinner, when I eat in camp, a can of chili and a can of soup is something I normally enjoy, but since today I had cornbread from Chika, cheddar cheese from mom, and oyster crackers from some restaurant, it was perfect, I had to do it!

I picked that stuff up (along with a beer, I’m not roughing it that much!) in Trinidad and then was lucky to grab the last campsite available in the fairly brutal “campground”. It’s $8 for bikers, but no one else from the Coast Caravan is here; instead, on one side is a fat old pink-haired woman who beats her dog, with an unseen man in the tent, and on the other, some young hippy/druggie/punks who sound like a tuberculosis clinic. So not so pleasant, but the beach is just over the small dune, and I got a chance to watch the second ocean sunset of the trip. Bye-bye Pacific, it was nice getting to know you. Tomorrow, for the last time, I’m going to evacuate your Tsunami Hazard Zone good and hard!

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6 Responses to “Day 8: Crescent City, CA to McKinleyville, CA”

  1. Jan Says:

    Safe solo travels Neil.
    Sorry your first camping night solo was a rotten one with those crazy neighbors. That is why we disperse camp!

  2. Joel Says:

    Actually, when I turned around in Chicago all those years ago it was to go back to the lab for some thesis writing. It was not a very productive afternoon/evening. At least this time, there was a fully enjoyed week behind it.

    Glad you had full sun on your last day at the coast to dry out and mix it up a bit. We also had sun on most of the drive back to Portland, and I actually found myself kinda missing the grays and fog.

    The funny thing was I was far more exhausted after the 6-7 hour car ride (not even driving) than after any of the days on the bike. A delicious meal by Chika, a hot shower, and my own bed and pillow helped soften the blow a bit. 🙂

    Anyway – good start – I have no doubt you’re up to the challange.

  3. Jyothy Says:

    That first paragraph made me want to fly all the way over to Doha-Qatar and give my sweet sister (also Swathi!) a tight hug! Wish you the best for the off-coast ride as well. I guess Joel was trying to express that he misses riding with you when he got coffee and some lemon bread after lunch the first day back at work!

  4. Dennis Says:

    It’s about time you pushed beyond the 60 mile a day mark! I was starting to wonder if this was some sort of “west coast style” of touring you were trying out (Go 50 miles and drink beer the rest of the afternoon) …. The more I think about it the more fun it sounds actually! 🙂

    In all seriousness…not a bad average speed for that amount of climbing. Keep up the good work and congrats to Joel for a job well done!

  5. Swati Says:

    Aww… you’re growing old and soft to have dust in your eyes for 2 miles!! 😀 Kidding aside, I did feel a tug at the heartstrings reading about the rest of the Gregies heading back. (Hi Jyothy! :D). Wishing you a wonderful, adventure filled (though not too wild!) ride the rest of the way!!!

  6. Jyothy Says:

    A big hello from Portland, Swati! Though I have heard about you from the Gregies and Ruta (my neighbor and good friend) in the past, nice to finally get the formal intro, thanks to Gregie brothers’ biking expedition!