1) we stayed with my mom and haley in fort bragg in a haunted hotel. This place used to be a hospital during the war and had ramps and huge rooms. After we read some reviews saying the place was haunted we started sharing ghost stories. Ale taught us that ghosts are known to shake beds to wake people up if they are angry. In the middle of the night there was a 4.2 earthquake right of the coast off where we were staying. Obviously, Ale and I thought ghosts were waking us up and freaked out. When we didn’t see any ghosts, I immediately went into earth quake mode and started checking for chandeliers above us (there weren’t any), so we were safe. I went to text Haley, who was in the next room, and she had already texted me the magnitude and the coordinates of where the quake was centered. yay for proactive smart little sister! Normally I would have probably had some trouble going back to bed after such excitement, but luckily both Ale and I were severely sleep deprived so we went right back to bed.
2) my dad decided he wanted to continue riding with us (was worried for our lives, so was willing to sacrifice his legs for a few more days). And for his last couple of nights with us, he slept in a bivy so that Ale and I would have more room in the tent. overall, he scored pretty high on the father scale. He recently left us in Eureka at an ice cream shop (where we each ate about a pint of ice cream). He rented a car and headed back toward the LG. He offered to drive us to our destination (Steve’s house, 14 miles away from the ice cream), but we told him, if we couldn’t bike this additional 14 miles, we would probably have trouble with the whole riding across the US thing
3) Ale and I have surpassed the point of insanity and randomly start laughing when times are not appropriate. For example, two days ago while climbing up a miserable hill on 101 in the blazing sun while trying to avoid rocks and speeding trucks I started laughing (out loud) thinking about an event from the night before. In my defense, I still find it pretty funny and I am laughing now as I write about it. I had accidentally round-house-kicked Ale in the ribs as she got into the tent. I honestly don’t even know how it happened. My legs were so sore that when I tried to move out of the way in a stealthy manner I ended up landing my foot right in her ribs. I couldn’t even apologize. I was immediately crying I was laughing so hard. Ale was the same, and just doubled over laughing. When we finally made eye contact we completely lost it. It was even funnier because we were supposed to be quiet and everyone else in the campsite was trying to sleep, so obviously we found that funny as well.
4) we swam in the best water hole on the west coast (according to other touring cyclists). Some of us (Ale) did so with less (no) clothing than others. It was pretty awesome. I would include pictures, but it might not be internet appropriate.
5) we have made some great friends at the hiker biker campsites. I know I shouldn’t pick favorites, but my favorite is Eric. We first saw him as we passed him walking his bike / picking up trash. When we got to the site we saw him gathering leaves and eating them, and then later eating raw eggs out of the shell. We had a long talk with all of the hiker biker residents that night, and anytime Eric contributed the conversation, it got way more interesting (hence the reason he was my favorite). We also had Charlie, a British ambitious 22 year old with an astounding confidence and a need to give his opinion and show his brilliance on every subject. Andy, late twenties, laid back, casually biking 100+ miles a day, living off of granola and peanut butter, hoping to pull an “into the wild” move at some point in his life (not in the least bit interested in Charlie’s plan to work on the most complex telescope the world has seen – what our generation will be known for in years to come). Then there was Paul, who we met several nights before at a campsite and my dad befriended immediately. Paul has been biking for years and gave us lots of tips and guidance for our trip. He takes the time to enjoy his tours and has a slight obsession for gear, which meant Ale had a slight obsession with him. Anyways the conversation was very entertaining. I think I contributed once, and then just enjoyed watching.
6) Ale and I stayed at a friend of a friend’s house last night in McKinleyville. Steve took us in after a 75 mile ride and had drinks and appetizers waiting for us. I had just met him and felt like giving him a sweaty, sunscreeny hug of gratitude. But I decided to go with a “thank you” instead. Ale and I stood in his house in shock at how nice and generous he had been to host us and cook us a feast. He was probably worried / freaked out that we just sort of stared at him/ his house/ his food and kept muttering thank you while continually missing our mouths as we tried to put bread and cheese in them for the first half hour after the arrival. We both had long separate showers with clean towels and then sat down to a beautiful meal. It was so incredibly nice to talk and share stories with someone that we had just met and find so much in common. And it was SO nice to be in a house! The next morning was just as magical as I woke up and found a note instructing me to help myself to anything. I looked around the kitchen at all of the goods laid out for us. I was in shock. This man, not only let two dirty cycling girls stay at his house, but he also gave permission to eat anything. This was dangerous considering the mileage we did the day before. I think I ate for about 90minutes straight. Steve also biked to work in case we wanted to take his truck into town to get our bikes tuned up. Good karma is coming to you Steve 🙂