The final installment to our Pacific coast bike trip. We reminisce daily about our fantastic trip this summer. We also notice how our tan lines have slowly faded and our leg muscles have slackened. Our dear long lost friends: Justin, Trinity, and Russel heaped loads of hospitality upon us....making us feel right at home in the big S.F. Many thanks for the great times and memories, cheers!
Susan making her way across the Golden Gate Bridge! The best finish line imaginable after riding 800 plus miles down the coast.
Tony Bennett got it right when he sang about his heart, we must concur.
Sunset at the Cliff House restaurant, walk-in camera obscura closed for the day but the light provided many a fine snap shots as we waited eagerly for our time to dine...super good food!
The second half of our week was spent exploring the exciting district of the Mission. Russel showed us all the ins and outs--fine eats, cool brews and colorful art. Again, the hospitality held no bounds. We truly felt like royalty while perusing vinyl records or attending a cupping.....speaking of cupping, when in S.F. sample the finest coffee at Four Barrel coffee: Thanks for the cup Scott!
The horribly crowded pier 39. Perhaps the worst experience of the trip. Not recommended!!!
Sipping Anchor Steam next to City Lights book store...and then CHINA TOWN!!!!!!!!
CHINA TOWN CHINA TOWN CHINA TOWN CHINA TOWN CHINA TOWN CHINA TOWN
Nestled in the heart of the Mission is one of the tastiest little shacks around. A nine bum hole in the wall that serves drinks in coconuts and flames up a belly full of Burmese delight! YUM!
Sean Smith and his gently weeping guitar. A wall of sound from a modern day virtuoso...See Berkley Guitars for reference. An amazing live show...we found a record of his the next day!
And then, just like that, it was time to go home. We booked two tickets on Amtrak, said our good byes and loaded up the bikes again. Navigating the streets of SF was easier than one would imagine. We had become skilled at navagating the subway line and found the station in Oakland with ease. Getting the peddles off my bike for boxing was not done with ease however. A gouged knuckle bled profusely while we finished up the boxing of the bikes. Amtrak does provide excellent boxes that require minimal dismantling of bicycles. We then carried all our panniers onto the train and collapsed into our seats. Sixteen and a half hours later we were back in Oregon....
Our one and only time off the train:
Klamath Falls, OR
The Mumu's kicking it, chilling, veggin', and just hanging out on a long ride back home. Simmering on the memories of a bicycle adventure of a life time. Already scheming for next summer's peddlepaloza!
Salem Oregon, bikes re-assembled and ready for our final stretch back to Silverton!
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