Latest update on my purpose-driven cycling journey around the American perimeter.
56 miles (90 km) – Total so far: 1,872 miles (3,013 km)
Some days just seem to exist in almost perfect equilibrium; the kind of equilibrium usually reserved when eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Today was one of those days. The day started on the right foot when we pulled into an “almost-ghost town” rightfully named Harmony CA, population 18. Pulling into the city limits, we were greeted by absolutely no one, save a guy doing some landscaping around an old building. The setting, given the green rolling mountain backdrop, was, well, harmonious to say the least. So it was only fitting that we sat down and ate a peanut butter and jelly sandwich to celebrate being in-sync.
Much of the day was spent meandering up and down countless green rollers, but nothing like the more mountainous days preceding this one. I saw numerous riders and cycling tourists today, including a number of professional cyclists in training who slowed down (actually, they almost came to a stop) to chat with us along the route. One very fit looking rider in particular said he raced for “Team Clif Bar”. After a brief conversation, I asked him if he could spare me a White Chocolate Macadamia Bar, my personal favorite, as I was feeling a bit fatigued. He clammed up and sped away, not terribly humored at my request.
We passed through the towns of Harmony, Cayucos, Morro Bay, San Luis Obispo, Pismo Beach, and Grover Beach today. Of particular note was the beautiful little town of Morro Bay, named after the somewhat famous Morro Rock, a significant lava plug in the bay near town. We ended up making a very strategic stop at a great little local bike shop in Morro Bay to fix a few nagging mechanical issues. A big shout-out to Dave the Bike Guy, who let me borrow his tools to deal with my issues, and didn’t charge me a dime.
Ended the day on a downhill run into Grover Beach, where we have opted for lodging rather than camping so that we can recharge our batteries, on our iPhones and in our legs.
It’s All Good.