Welcome back to our blog! A lot has changed since our last post, particularly pregnancy!
15.11.11
Sneek peeks!
Welcome back to our blog! A lot has changed since our last post, particularly pregnancy!
16.8.10
We Left Our Hearts in San Francisco...
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!
THE END.....>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>?
25.7.10
Pacfic Coast Bicycle Trip 5.0
Continuing the story of a remarkable ride...
Leaving the cities and heading back into the redwods, we are well rested from the holiday retreat in Eureka, CA. Our route rambles through farm land and eventually onto the avenue of the GIANTS. Suz and I take five along a roadside stand and enjoy a fresh blackberry popsicle. Other unique attractions along the avenue include the eternal tree house and a large wooden carved corn sculpture...needing to get that last image from one of the Michigan Boys!
Changing out the break pads after about three thousand miles.
Pleased to introduce: The Michigan Boys, Alex and Jamen. Fine lads with whom we rode on and off with throughout the next several days. A very enjoyable pair that contributed many good tales of bicycling down the 101.
The Fever of bicycle touring is spreading.
The hardest part of the ride would have to of been the section known as Standish Hickey (spoken in a scary pirate-like voice), a.k.a. The Leggett mountain pass. Susan and I left Richardson Grove State Park and traveled south up several hills past Standish Hickey State Park, continuing on to the junction where highway 101 ventures inland and where we would pick up highway one and conquer Leggett mountain. We also bumped back into the Michigan Boys and another couple, Greg and Emily, with whom we had camped with in the preceding days....A sixty mile ride up, up, up and then down, down, down......
Back on the chilly coastline of California, very tired and hungry. The gang decides on dining out at a fantastic restaurant called The Purple Rose....cold beer, warm food and flan... Bon apatite!
Alex from Michigan enjoys some desert before heading to camp to continue the festivities.
A well provided bear (beer) box for weary bicycle travelers.
The fantastic coastal town of Fort Bragg, CA. Suz and I take a five hour hiatus from cycling and explore the town. We mail some hard to find records home to ourselves and collect more compact thrift items to fill the panniers. We refresh supplies and head to Van Damn State Park for a supper & rest.
Some more riders we met along the way...totaling around two hundred in all! Go cycling! HOOT!
Nautical decorations adorn many of the residences we pass along the way.
I dare you to try and knock this bird off my shoulder!
Another afternoon break for the bicyclists. A common practice that revitalizes and restores!
An exciting reunion between friends! We get a short moment at Salt Point with our dear friend Bonnie, who is stationed currently at a Buddhist center between Gualala and Jenner, CA. xoxoxoxo
A decadent flan breakfast topped with fresh mango, banana, and dates! That's how we roll yo!
A morning hike up through coastal paleodunes to explore a pygmy forest.
Leftovers never tasted better!
Another road side picnic along highway one...
Foot print of our tent, a slight morning mist in Bodega Bay, CA
Reconstructing a scene from Alfred Hitchcock's The Birds! This will be photoshoped with attacking birds in the future. We found the town of Bodega just charming. Alex snapped his prescription glasses right in half when entering this town. A small dose of super glue saved the day, and his glasses!
"The 150 year old Potter School behind St. Theresa’s Church five miles south of Bodega Bay in Bodega, was vacant at the time of the filming. After Alfred Hitchcock’s crew repaired the exterior it was used for several scenes. Today it is a private residence and is sometimes open for tours. The school teacher’s house was a façade erected during the filming. The Catholic Church, briefly visible in the film, was made famous when it was photographed by Ansel Adams."
Our final camping breakfast! Note the gourmet tasty carrot cake! Raccoon concrete box provided a much needed security.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Next up: San Fransisco>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Leaving the cities and heading back into the redwods, we are well rested from the holiday retreat in Eureka, CA. Our route rambles through farm land and eventually onto the avenue of the GIANTS. Suz and I take five along a roadside stand and enjoy a fresh blackberry popsicle. Other unique attractions along the avenue include the eternal tree house and a large wooden carved corn sculpture...needing to get that last image from one of the Michigan Boys!
Changing out the break pads after about three thousand miles.
Pleased to introduce: The Michigan Boys, Alex and Jamen. Fine lads with whom we rode on and off with throughout the next several days. A very enjoyable pair that contributed many good tales of bicycling down the 101.
The Fever of bicycle touring is spreading.
The hardest part of the ride would have to of been the section known as Standish Hickey (spoken in a scary pirate-like voice), a.k.a. The Leggett mountain pass. Susan and I left Richardson Grove State Park and traveled south up several hills past Standish Hickey State Park, continuing on to the junction where highway 101 ventures inland and where we would pick up highway one and conquer Leggett mountain. We also bumped back into the Michigan Boys and another couple, Greg and Emily, with whom we had camped with in the preceding days....A sixty mile ride up, up, up and then down, down, down......
Back on the chilly coastline of California, very tired and hungry. The gang decides on dining out at a fantastic restaurant called The Purple Rose....cold beer, warm food and flan... Bon apatite!
Alex from Michigan enjoys some desert before heading to camp to continue the festivities.
A well provided bear (beer) box for weary bicycle travelers.
The fantastic coastal town of Fort Bragg, CA. Suz and I take a five hour hiatus from cycling and explore the town. We mail some hard to find records home to ourselves and collect more compact thrift items to fill the panniers. We refresh supplies and head to Van Damn State Park for a supper & rest.
Some more riders we met along the way...totaling around two hundred in all! Go cycling! HOOT!
Nautical decorations adorn many of the residences we pass along the way.
I dare you to try and knock this bird off my shoulder!
Another afternoon break for the bicyclists. A common practice that revitalizes and restores!
An exciting reunion between friends! We get a short moment at Salt Point with our dear friend Bonnie, who is stationed currently at a Buddhist center between Gualala and Jenner, CA. xoxoxoxo
A decadent flan breakfast topped with fresh mango, banana, and dates! That's how we roll yo!
A morning hike up through coastal paleodunes to explore a pygmy forest.
Leftovers never tasted better!
Another road side picnic along highway one...
Foot print of our tent, a slight morning mist in Bodega Bay, CA
Reconstructing a scene from Alfred Hitchcock's The Birds! This will be photoshoped with attacking birds in the future. We found the town of Bodega just charming. Alex snapped his prescription glasses right in half when entering this town. A small dose of super glue saved the day, and his glasses!
"The 150 year old Potter School behind St. Theresa’s Church five miles south of Bodega Bay in Bodega, was vacant at the time of the filming. After Alfred Hitchcock’s crew repaired the exterior it was used for several scenes. Today it is a private residence and is sometimes open for tours. The school teacher’s house was a façade erected during the filming. The Catholic Church, briefly visible in the film, was made famous when it was photographed by Ansel Adams."
Our final camping breakfast! Note the gourmet tasty carrot cake! Raccoon concrete box provided a much needed security.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Next up: San Fransisco>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
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