|Fence, field outside Castroville|
On a bike tour, all great days have more than one thing going for them. Weather. Scenery. Company. Food. A reliable place to land.
Today had pretty much all of those. After a rocky late start, a racer named Sheri pulled up alongside on Foothill Expressway. She asked all the right questions, so 5 minutes later she knew it was the first day of my trip to Route 66, I was soloing down to Santa Monica, I was prepared for rain. I was headed to tape a video before launching toward Los Gatos.
She coaches triathletes and this morning was on her way to meet her sister, also on a bike, somewhere in Cupertino. Her phone kept ringing and there was the chance that they were going to miss each other in mid-flight. At DeAnza Boulevard she wished me an upbeat farewell.
Then there was Allan in Los Gatos, shepherding me (slowly) up Old Santa Cruz Highway, south on Summit to Highland, and all the way through Watsonville to Elkhorn Slough before turning back. We lunched happily at the Summit Store (which now has sushi). A banner announced a one-day Meat Bonanza (not making this up) Thursday April 26. It was great to have company...
The forests and hillsides of Eureka Canyon yielded the kind of special ride experience that can only be had on intimate, rural roads. A narrow, rough surface, low traffic and gorgeous views of the Forest of Nisene Marks, to the west.
|Tiller, outside Castroville.|
|Candy bin at the Elkhorn Superette.|
|Vegetable pickers near Monterey.|
My new friends in the dorm wonder how anyone could bike 100 miles in a day, carrying their life along with them. And I wonder, how could I not?
|Headed for points south.|