Latest update on my purpose-driven cycling journey around the American perimeter.
43 miles – Total so far: 2,347 miles
The rains came last night about 8pm. The good news, I stayed relatively dry all night. The bad news, I got to pack up camp in a heavy downpour this morning. Until one has packed a wet tent and wet gear in the rain, in the dark, and then jumped on a wet bike, you haven’t lived. As I passed through the inland towns of Pt. Reyes Station, Marshall, Tomales, and Valley Ford, it rained almost non-stop. Ironically, it was still a very nice ride all in all. The inland scenery was similar to a Scottish countryside, and I even passed close to a place called Inverness. Much of the ride was in dairy farm country. Hence, I rode by countless herds of Holstein and Guernsey cattle. Also ran into a couple of herds of large mule deer.
The most “enlightening” thing I ran across today was a certain, sweet, pungent smell that was noticeable for miles and miles. Apparently, after inquiring about it from a few locals, it became apparent that what I was smelling was cannabis plants being harvested for medical marijuana! I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, you can grow anything here, especially pot.
Lastly, I must tell you about a character I met today on the road. I ran into another northbound cyclist early in the ride. What was unique about this gentleman is that he was pulling a three-wheeled trailer loaded to the hilt, a very large German Shepherd, and an American flag flying proudly behind his rig. The rider’s name was Hillbilly Bob and his dog “Happy” was his wingman. Apparently Hillbilly, as his friends know him, has been riding up and down the pacific coast for 15 years, and he and his dog are legendary in these parts. I enjoyed his company and we ended up camping together at Bodega Dunes Campground near Bodega Bay on the Sonoma Coast. Come to find out, Bob was a former Airborne Ranger with the 101st Airborne, and served in Desert Storm. He has a life story which could easily fill these pages, and I’m proud to have met him. In the final analysis, I enjoy meeting unique people on these rides about as much as I enjoy the awesome natural surroundings.
I lay here this evening in a DRY tent listening to a distant, methodical fog horn echoing across Bodega Bay.
It’s All Good.