Wednesday, August 20, 2014

DAY 25: Samual P Taylor to Home

Sorry for the delay on this final blog post. I was too busy being at home watching TV and petting my dog last night to get in to that. So in case you missed all other outlets of social media from myself and others involved in this trip... we made it back to SF! We got up at our normal time yesterday morning and ate our breakfast / packed up at an unusually prompt pace. We tried our best to consume the last of our food before rolling out to crush our last leg of our journey.

We had camped that night with a dude named eric (who I had mentioned in my previous post I believe) who was doing this ride on a fully loaded fixed gear. He decided to ride with us up to the bridge. The ride itself was pretty uneventful. It was a ride that most of us had done many times and it was mostly through marin suburban areas. Some of it on bike paths, most of it on established biking roads. It was pretty much a cake walk and everyone was all business about getting home.

We tore through marin all the way to the bridge and stopped to get a group photo before traveling through tourist hell back to the san francisco side. Now we were in super familiar territory as most of us were close to home. We grouped up once more at the conservatory of flowers in golden gate park to say our goodbyes to sabah, matt, and jan before the rest of us headed in to the mission. It is still unbelievable to me that we just ran in to jan at an IGA outside of seaside and asked him if he wanted to have lunch with us and then he ended up becoming part of the crew all the way back to san francisco.

All in all, the trip was a raging success. No one got injured or sick. There were a surprisingly low number of mechanical issues with the bikes and the ones that came up were handled accordingly and no one got stranded. This trip was quite a bit different than any of the other non-supported tours I have been on completely based on the size of our group. It turned out that none of the problems that I was really worried about were problems at all (gear breaking, sickness, injury, personality clashes, difficulty finding places to camp...). All in all, rolling with the large group proved to be a really positive experience. Everyone got along. If someone was bugging you, it was easy to just talk to someone else until any hard feelings passed. Every night was basically a party. Rolling with so many people made us much more visible on the road and worked to our advantage when crossing sketchy areas like bridges and tunnels. We also ended up receiving lots of notoriety among other cyclists doing the route. Apparently people were talking about "the large rowdy group" around distant campfires haha.

However, just for anyone who was wondering what challenges we did face as a large group, I'll throw some out there in case you were planning to do a similar thing yourself. The biggest challenge that I saw had to do with time management. I intentionally kept mileage low (around 50-60 a day) on purpose to keep things relaxed and fun, but it turns out when you add a bunch of people to a group that time not spent biking gets sucked up really easily. Instead of two people stopping to use the restroom or get food somewhere, you are a traveling potty line. Every time you stop the forward pace of the group you can expect to sit there for 20 minutes to an hour. It is inevitable that someone has to take a 15 minute shit, or just wants to run in to a store and grab something, which leads to 6 other people doing the same... basically, in the future if I were to plan a trip for a large group again I would probably shoot for something more along the lines of a 40 miles a day. That was actually the only real challenge of the group. Small things that would typically come up once every few days that take up time for a one or two person group come up every day (sometimes multiple times a day) with a large group and before you know it 4pm rolls around and you still have 20 to 30 miles to ride for the day. Also, all of that starting and stopping really wears everyone out. Every time you get off the bike and back on, your legs feel like that want to burst off of your body.

So yeah, this is it for this portion of the deadly rigs saga. I have to say, this was probably the funnest bike tour I have a ever done and I owe it all to matt, pat, george, tod, jan, jessica, sabah, julia, charlie, jason, and joel. You guys really made this trip a blast.  This tour was one of the more physically challenging tours I have done as well. I'm not sure if that is because I am over 30 years old now, or if it really was just ridiculous amounts of climbing. Either way, it was pretty tough.

Just to throw these tidbits out there... my favorite parts were definitely the lost coast (even though it was brutally hard to ride), the southern oregon coast, and the avenue of the giants. These parts were the shit. Washington was generally my least favorite along with anywhere near charleston oregon. That shit was just weak.

So this is it! Final post of the trip. I'll holler atchu all next time this blog comes to life!

I blogged about it.


We have done it! We're back in San Francisco after nearly a month on the road. The tour was a crushing victory. We raged across the Pacific Northwest back to SF. I went out in search of adventure, and it was found in abundance. Everyone laughed, suffered, enjoyed, and persevered through a very, very long bike ride.

The reality of bike tour is that you do not have time for nonsensical behaviors. You have time to eat, poop, ride bikes, and sleep. Maybe, if you're lucky, you will be able to do a river (or lake) swim. You're probably going to spend a lot of time looking at nature contemplating how insigificant your life is. We're lost in space, and the time is our own. (For the record Brian and Patrick love The Steve Miller Band). Also, this dude in Seattle's Pike Place market ruled.

The best way to summarize the tour would be to use some data points that I compiled along the way. I did this in a very scientific fashion, and I was diligent in my note taking. /sarcasm. Most of these numbers are fairly accurate.

  • 1250 miles ridden (give or take 100 miles). Some riders did more, others less.
  • 690 beers drank (6 beers per pack * 5 ppl drinking each day * 23 days). Not everybody drank, but most of us did.
  • 666 bones collected from the side of the rode. Mostly deer.
  • 552 sausages consumed (4 per pack * 6 people average * 23 days).
  • 432 avocados eaten.
  • 150 close calls with asshole drivers.
  • 42 pounds of jerky eaten.
  • 24 Ortlieb panniers packed completely full of stuff.
  • 24 Sin Dawgs consumed (your flavors a sin)
  • 21 different campsites (including one WalMart).
  • 15 days riding in the same t-shirt (Slayer).
  • 12 (maximum) people riding fully loaded touring bikes in one group at the same time.
  • 11 lips blasted
  • 9 miles of gravel roads.
  • 6 Surly bicycles.
  • 5 broken spokes.
  • 5 broken chains.
  • 4 camp sponges.
  • 3 broken chainring teeth.
  • 3 uneventful crashes (thankfully).
  • 2 flats (which is kind of amazing).
  • 2 new cranksets.
  • 2 instances of hitch hiking.
  • 2 hotels stayed in.
  • 1 broken brake lever (self induced by me).
  • 1 "Oscar the Grouch" sighting (on the ferry from WA to OR).

We climbed hundreds of miles of rolling hills and descended down into redwood forests that are so enormous it is impossible to articulate their presence. You are puny, and pale in comparison to the greatness of the wilderness that we rode. It was tight. The best parts of the trip were the entire trip. My favorite section was the descent out of the Lost Coast and into Humboldt State Forest. Second best section is the Southern Oregon Coast. Both areas had brutal hill climbs which ended in epic descents. The best descent, IMO, was when Jan and I we're coming back from the unnecessary trip into Crescent City on the 199 into Jedediah Smith State park. That shit was straight up speeder bikes. It's a rad feeling to take an entire lane on your bicycle and go faster than the cars do.

Another part of this tour that was sick was meeting interesting folks along the way. The number one dude we met who gets the most dap is Jan Booth. We met holmes in an IGA in Manzanita, OR. It was happenstance that he was touring down the pacific coast at the same time we were. Regardless, he linked up with us and helped us battle gnarly headwinds. Jan also helped out with several mechanical issues along the way. Good to meet you, Jan! Thanks for being patient with our old slow crew. There were many, many others who we met as well. I shall list the names of those who i remember for the record:

  • The WalMart Meth RV Crew
  • Disc Golf Jay
  • Gerald and Nova
  • Neil Warmshowers
  • Bruce Cannondale the beer buyer
  • Derek and Mike at Mike's Bikes Cannon Beach, OR
  • Combat Boots
  • The Narcissist
  • Professor X (also a narcissist)
  • Erin and Margo #1000milesforwomen
  • Wild Bill from Wild Bill's Outlet
  • The hotel lady who wanted to throw out our solar panels
  • Smell Me Bro
  • Mollie and her sister who's name I forget. They found 77 nails in the sand at our camp site.
  • Kathryn from Eureka who is a true ruler
  • GoPro
  • Beardo
  • Morgan the Elf
  • Eric the Fixed Gear Rager

I could go on ad nauseum about the sickness, but I'm out of time and (more importantly) bored of blogging so I'm done. In summary: the trip ruled. I can't wait to do it again. Thanks Brian for organizing and leading us. I appreciate it, greatly.

Monday, August 18, 2014

DAY 24: Salt Point to Samuel P Taylor

this is it. this is the end. we are camped at Samuel p taylor state park a mere 40ish miles from home. this is the last night of camping. it is actually really weird that we are camped here because this is a spot I have biked to many times from home and then turned around and biked home in one shot. now I'm sleeping here so close to home.

we did about 68 miles today which were no easy task. basically since we got on US 1 we have been going up and down medium sized hills nonstop which is so exhausting. today was no different except the hills were a bit bigger. however, along with the big hills come great views and great descents. the descent right outside Jenner today was one of the coolest ones of the trip. it was riddled with huge switch backs that wrapped around the landscape. Charlie and I stopped at the top to watch Joel snake around the turns. it was awesome.

once we hit Jenner things started looking really familiar. this area is where we started getting in to familiar car trip area. as we reached tomales bay we started getting in to familiar bike territory. the stretch just before and after tomales was by far the hardest of the day. we had about an 18 mph head wind and some really steep hills for about 10 miles.

I was feeling pretty rough after that stretch, but as soon as we got in to familiar biking territory it became so real that home was so close and I got a huge energy burst. I don't know what happened to George as well, but he was feeling it too and we absolutely crushed the 16 miles between tomales and point Reyes.

once the posse rallied at point Reyes it was cold as shit so we tried to get in and out as fast as possible. in the meantime, pat rode up to the camp site from his apartment on a different bike and got us squared away.

we had 7 miles to go from point Reyes to camp and I broke my chain again... I popped a quick link in and we crushed the last few miles through the woods on the Samuel p bike path to meet up with pat. it was good seeing pat, but a bummer he missed riding with us today. at least he will be there to cross the bridge together.

anyway, tomorrow is going to be a joke of a day of riding. we will be riding a route I have ridden countless times easily rolling in to home. The hardest part of tomorrow will be carrying my bike up to stairs when I get to my apartment.

dear Jessica and lemmy, I'm coming for you tomorrow!

Sunday, August 17, 2014

DAY 23: Little River to Salt Point

today was a rough day for many reasons. the ride was actually pretty cool. lots of great scenery, lots of places to stop and get snacks and water. however, this leg of the route is full of giant rollers. it is really rare that there is a flat section, we are constantly going up and down and it is pretty exhausting. but that isn't even what the bummer of the day was.

about 15 miles in to the ride we were climbing a pretty steep hill and Joel popped a spoke. the next bike shop wasn't for 80 miles and we weren't really close to any towns. since we still had many miles to conquer, we left pat Joel and jan behind to fix Joel's spoke while the rest of us pressed on because 3 people travel quicker than 5.

so the 5 of us took off and stopped in elk not too far down the road to to snack up and potty. we then pressed on to Manchester where we sat down for lunch. about half an hour in to our lunch break pat, jan, and Joel came rolling up triumphantly. we had an extended lunch to give them some rest then we took off again.

a few miles later pat broke 2 spokes... this basically crippled poor pat. his wheel was wobbling in to his frame and he had no means to make this wheel rideable. he managed to hitch a ride to the next small town where we met up with him to figure out what to do. fortunately, pats girlfriend and some other friends of our were camping an hour and a half away and they said they would pick him up and take him home. so basically, pat is off the ride. such a bummer.

we took off now down to 7 people. we went pretty hard for the next 21 miles to gualala to stock up for food for the night. we ended up riding a bit on this stretch with some maniac on a fixed gear running a 50/16 gear ratio fully loaded. shit is absurd. dude was crushing it. we rolled up to a grocery store with him and he immediately rolled and smoked a cigarette. dude was an anomaly.

anyway, we had 16 miles left for the day. but that actually turned in to 19 because the camp site we were looking for didn't really exist. on the bright side, 2 miles from camp pat and crew rolled up in their car. they met us at a mystery camp spot, that I still have no idea what it is even called, we got to say one last goodbye to pat before they rolled out.

so yeah, it is a real bummer pat is gone. he has been with us since the beginning and he was a huge help when I was planning this thing. he has been an integral part to the whole trip and 2.5 days out of San Fran he is out. such a bummer. he might ride up to meet us on his road bike tomorrow to finish out the ride.

tomorrow we are hoping to do 70 miles to Samuel p taylor right outside of San Francisco. 2 more days of riding. 1 more night of camping. so close!

Saturday, August 16, 2014

DAY 22: Leggett to Little River

I just want to start this post off by saying we are camped at van damme state beach. I might have routes us here on purpose so we could get rowdy and practice our round house kicks.

today was back on track with being really sick. we started off doing the last two large climbs of the trip. the first one was about 1200 ft but it was pretty mellow. we had been hearing about the smoke from the forest fires for days and we experiences it a little bit on this climb. we could see it and smell it, but it wasn't too bad. this climb lead to a really awesome and looong descent that took us back to a much cooler climate which we were happy about.

not long after the descent we started our last over 600 ft climb of the trip. it was over before we knew it and descended to the ocean which was an awesome site. the red woods were really incredible to bike through, but I definitely missed majestic ocean cliffs.

the rest of the day was pretty foggy and we stopped briefly in Westport for lunch. pat had broken 2 spokes and was in desperate need of a bike shop so he Joel and I peeled off from the group to crush the next 16 miles to fort Bragg. those 16 were unexpectedly brutal. lots of steep ups and downs reminiscent of big sir roads along with zero shoulder. the roads were tough, but the views were great.

we made it to fort Bragg cycles around 2:30 and they hooked it up right. about 2 hours later pats bike was up and running normal again and we pushed on in to Mendocino to grab some groceries before heading to little river to get all van damme up in the place.

it feels good to have all of the mega hills behind us. 3 days to go!

Friday, August 15, 2014

DAY 21: Meyers Flat to Leggett

today was a pretty tough day. maybe it is because yesterday was so relaxing that we forgot how to be brutal, but everyone was feeling pretty ragged today.

the entire ride today was a gradual climb. the first 20 miles weren't bad, and we rushed to redway to try to get some bike maintenance done. however, we showed up and were created by a sign saying the shop would be closed until 3:30 because the shop guy took his kids to the fair. DOOF! we were there at 11:30. we had to make the decision to push on and hope to hit the next bike shop tomorrow.

since that shop was closed, we decided to have lunch in the next town, garberville. garberville is some kind of hippie megaplex. there were oogles everywhere and head shops on every corner. some dude even came up and gave matt weed. it was ridiculous. while we were having lunch Julia's mom rolled in to pick her up. we said our goodbyes, went to the grocery, then hit the road again.

our lunch was about 2 hours long due to all of the running around we did. this two hours was just long enough to put everyone in a borderline comatose state. we were all so tired for some reason but we had to hardest half of the day left. we trudged up and down 300 ft rollers for the next 23 miles and took turns nearly bonking.

all in all, today was a fairly boring day. we went through some red woods and saw some rivers... but overall was one of the least exciting days of the whole trip.

first thing in the morning tomorrow we have our last major climb of the trip out of leggett. after that it should be fairly smooth sailing back to San Francisco. four days left!

Thursday, August 14, 2014

DAY 20: Weott to Meyers Flat

today was actually a day off. however, we decided to bike 5 miles to the next camp site since it is closer to town. those 5 miles weren't anything new though because almost all of us had biked to the store last night and back. whatever, we are now at hidden springs camp ground.

on the way to the camp site we stopped in Meyers flat to ride our bikes through a tree and get smoothies at the coffee shop. the rest of the day was a proper day off where we just chilled out at the camp site and played in the woods.

tomorrow we are back at it and heading to legget which is apparently shrouded in forest fire smoke.

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

DAY 19: Petrolia to Weott

I will preface this by saying that George and I only rode half the day today. Jessica, jason, and tod all dropped off the trip this morning which was a bummer. however, Joel has now joined us in their place.

Joel showed up to meet us around 9:30am after driving since 4am. he immediately got out of the car and started getting ready while I loaded his car with bikes and bags. we came up with the grand idea that Jessica, jason could carry everyone's shit to the next camp site so that everyone could ride unloaded bikes up the massive climb out of the lost coast. however, someone needed to go with all of the stuff to the camp site since Jessica and jason were heading home after. I had no problem volunteering myself to skip that hill, then George decided to hop in the car as well.

after getting everything loaded up everyone hopped on their now lighter bikes and rolled out. those of us in the car left shortly after and passed them on the road. the drive was awesome. the lost coast is a pretty awesome place to check out if you are up this way. after goon over the huge hill you descend in to one of the coolest roads I have ever seen. it is a narrow one lane road cutting closely through giant red wood trees. it was awesome and it was at that moment I regretted being in the car even though we got out and went for a short hike.

we soon turned on to avenue of the giants right in the thick of the red woods and my regrets grew because this stretch of road was the primary reason I scheduled this trip in the first place. so after a quick drop off at the campsite George and I decided to set up our tents and out everyone's shit in them and hop on our bikes to ride back and meet the crew.

this made the day completely worth it and settled my regret. we made it back to the awesome one lane road and biked down it for a couple of miles before rounding a corner to find the crew. it actually worked out great because George and I ended up biking / driving down the best roads 3 times. it was an awesome day and I ended up biking 20 miles even after riding in the car for most of the day.

so in summary... the lost coast was really awesome and worth the struggle. the first half of it was a soul crushing ride, but those who rode the second half said it wasn't nearly as bad as the first half. so if you are up for the challenge, or in a car, definitely don't skip the lost coast.

tomorrow we have a day off. I may or may not tell you about it. but for now, night night.

Quite Possibly the Hardest Bike Ride of My Life

I'm in my tent and I hear crickets in the distance. Those may actually be frogs. Whatever it is, it's soothing, and soothing is nice after the day we had.

This morning we left charming, historic Ferndale and headed for the Lost Coast. We knew there would be *four* significant hills to climb, logger trucks passing by, and some dicey road conditions.

It was all of these and then some. The first and longest hill had a 1,600-foot elevation, and it was STEEP. Even though my bike is light, I had trouble with the steepest parts, and for some reason I couldn't shift into my easiest gear. Some of us ended up walking up parts of the hill.

The scenery made up for it, though. Beautiful, rolling golden hills, hundreds of thousands of evergreens, Spanish moss, and eventually we made it to the ocean, where big rocks jutted out from the waves.

The descent down hill #1 was a bit treacherous. The road was torn to bits with potholes and ruts and the occasional cattle crossing, and there were many switchbacks. My fingers hurt from breaking so hard.

There wasn't much downtime before the second hill. It seemed even steeper that the first. Ugh! Brian's chain was feeling the strain, so in the heat of the moment he threw up his thumb to hitchhike. This friendly dude immediately pulled his truck over and drove us up the hill. I climbed in the back seat next to a giant chainsaw and two 18-can boxes of Budweiser. We smiled and waved at our friends as they slowly climbed up the hill. It was awesome.

We eventually all met up at an incredibly scenic lunch spot along the Lost Coast. The sand was made of tiny black rocks. After eating and resting, there were still two hills to deal with. Both had steep bits that I ended up walking, but we slowly chipped away at them.

Tonight's campsite is pretty nice. There's a little river nearby (no swimming, algae alert) and it's not as cold or foggy as precious nights. Eel River Amber Ale and rice, corn, beans and avocado are on the dinner menu. The campfire is roaring.

Tomorrow, Joel arrives to join the tour, and Hardy and I will drive his car back to SF. Todd also drops off to drive up to Oregon. I would like to continue biking, but there is an even longer hill up next, and I can't say I'm bummed to be missing that. I'm also excited to get back to Lemmy and my comfy bed.

Very impressed that these guys have been at it for nearly three weeks. Enjoy the ride back to SF, gang!

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

DAY 18: Ferndale to Petrolia

Today was the first day of the lost coast. I think tod summed it up best when he said we were a bit "out of our league." this ride was BRUTAL. I don't know if it was because I was carrying the extra weight of Jessica's stuff (which I have been doing for 4 days already) or if this ride was truly just that brutal, but this was the first time I have ever pushed my bike up a hill and I did it on 4 different hills today.

we woke up and rolled back in to downtown ferndale to hit the grocery one last time before heading in to the lost coast which had no resources for about 32 miles. this means we all needed to carry extra food and extra water. as a side note to those who know nothing about the lost coast, it is the most least inhabited region of the west coast.

right out of the gate we started the first of 4 brutal climbs. this first climb was 1600 ft over 6 miles very steep very rough road. I got maybe a mile in and my legs just gave up. I got off and pushed for nearly the next five miles. this shit took forever. we kept getting to points that we thought must be the top where it would seem to not be able to go any higher, and it would kick us in the teeth and keep going. matt and I actually both broke our chains on this hill. mine was still rideable, but had a bent link. matt broke his clean and did a roadside fix.

once we eventually got to the top of the hill we had some insane views of everything. mountains, forests, the ocean, neighboring small towns... you could see everything. after taking in some views, we began our descent which was one of the gnarliest descents of my life. these roads out here on the lost coast are completely mangled. there are huge pot holes everywhere or broken off pieces of road or sometimes the road looked like it was molded in to a magma ramp. there were a couple of points when the road was just gravel. it was a very difficult game of bob and weave going 30 to 40 mph but you inevitabley would hit some massive bumps or have to cruise over a cow catcher. it was pretty challenging and I was often pretty certain my entire hike might fall apart any minute.

the descent was bitter sweet, because right at the bottom of the hill we started our next 1000 ft climb. at this point my chain was clicking like crazy and ready to snap at any pedal stroke and the hill had just gotten so steep I was getting off to walk my bike when I heard a truck coming up behind me. I just tossed my thumb up to see what would happen and the dude stopped. I asked him to give Jessica and I a ride up the hill with which he nodded his head. he got out and helped us load our bikes in his truck and we were off. he barely said 2 words to us the entire time because he didn't speak English. but he cordially offered me a beer as he drank his while he drove us to the top of the hill. we said hi to our buds as we passed then one by one and chuckled.

our Chaufer didn't understand us when we asked him to drop us at the top of the hill, so he ended up driving us halfway down as well before running in to pat, Julia, and Charlie where we adamantly asked him to stop and he got it finally. they laughed as we hopped out of the truck with an incredible view of the ocean. we descended with the crew down what is know as "the wall" which is a 16% grade hill.

after this descent we perched up on the beach for lunch and I decide I better swap my chain. after a few complications I got my bike sorted and the rest of the crew joined us at the beach to eat.

the next 10 miles or so were really flat along the coast until we hit another 500 ft climb. I pushed up this one for a little bit as well but all in all it wasn't quite as bad. after this climb we descended in to petrolia which has one of the only stores on the lost coast. we stocked up on dinner supplies then went back to it to hit our 4th brutal climb of the day which was 500 ft.

this one was hard as shit, but not as big as the earlier ones. matt broke his new chain again... but we were only a couple of miles from camp so he decided to push up the rest of the hill and try to coast in to camp. unfortunately, camp was like another 3 miles after the hill. the rest of us trucked it to camp and I found a nice cyclist dude to ride back with me in his truck to pick up matt and Sabah.

we are now camped at AW way park which is a pretty nice spot with water and showers. today was our last day riding with tod, jason, and Jessica. they are leaving us in the morning and Joel is joining in their place.

in conclusion: the lost coast is way harder than anyone could describe to you. today was straight grueling, but I would say it paid off. this was definitely one of the best days of the trip scenery wise. it was also awesome how desolate it was and how few cars drove by.

stay tuned for day two of the lost coast. it is supposedly much worse haha.

Monday, August 11, 2014

Destination: Ferndale

Today's ride was mostly flat, about 40 miles. The morning started off very cold and very damp. By lunchtime in Eureka, the sun was shining all over my veggie kabob plate.

The ride was fun, but not as scenic as previous days. Much of the route was along the 101. When we got into Ferndale, we were greeted by a lovely Main Street, complete with a pie and ice cream shop! Needless to say, Brian bought an entire pie. Strawberry rhubarb.

We are camping at the Ferndale fairgrounds tonight. Their county fair is in a few days and the vendors are rolling in, so they put us across the street in a large, open field and also gave us a large barrel and stacks of wood to make a fire. There are a bunch of other cyclists here tonight too, some from SF.

Tomorrow we start on the Lost Coast, which is supposed to be gorgeous. Going to rest up for those hills...

Also, RIP Robin Williams. He was an avid Bay Area cyclist too. One time maybe five years ago, Brian, Sabah and I were at a play in NYC. We had just been talking about celebrities when we looked over and saw Mr. Williams.

DAY 17: McKinleyville to Ferndale

I'll start this post by saying this was supposed to be a 50 mile
day but I totally read our map wrong and we ended up only doing 40 miles. good for us! today was one of the less eventful days. we biked through 3 larger cities: McKinleyville, Arcata, and Eureka. Arcata was a pretty cool little hippie town. the other two were kind of boring standard towns. eureka was totally filled with scum bags.

the scenery was very much farm land whenever we weren't in a city. some people in the group thought it was cool. hardy and I were both just kind of like "whatever, this is basically where we grew up."

we met up with tods friend Katherine in eureka and she decided to ride with us to ferndale which was cool. ferndale is a much cooler town than I thought it was going to be. it is like a time warp town that looks like it was made in the 50s. our camp spot for the night is also at a fairground parking lot, which I thought was going to be terrible. however, it turns out we have a huge grass field to ourselves and there are showers across the street that are free and hot. also, the camp hosts are great and gave us a barrel to light a fire in and free fire wood to burn in it. this spot turned out to be a really awesome camp night. also, two other groups of cyclists have met up with us for the evening which is cool.

tomorrow we start the lost coast which will be the most difficult leg of the tour. we most likely won't have service for a couple of days, so this might be it for a minute.

Sunday, August 10, 2014

Elk & Tuna Melts

We rolled out around 10am, with a fairly easy day ahead of us. Thirty-some miles and not many hills.

Sabah really wanted to see some elk. Less than a mile outside if the last night's campgrounds, Brian spotted one tiny, distant brown head in a field of gold. We paused and eventually saw five more elk, including a few babies. Cuties.

Maybe 10 miles later, we saw an entire field full of them. At least fifty! They didn't really pay much attention to us as we marveled. The way they chewed made me think of Lemmy.

On we went to Trinidad, our lunchtime destination. En route we caught some gorgeous views above the coastline, looking down on jagged rocks jutting out of the ocean.

I had suggested lunch at Trinidad Bay Eatery, a great diner my friend Trace and I found on a road trip several years back. The tuna melt is still delicious. The place is a block from a lighthouse on a cliff. Unfortunately the fog was pea soup around that time, so our view was limited. But it was nice to have a warm sit-down lunch (other than sitting down on the curb of a gas staton grocery store).

It was only 5 miles to camp after that, so we got groceries and rode along a sketchy path full of potholes and gravel. I was not a fan, but it led to some epic views.

Now we are here at Clam Beach, camping for the night. It is on the beach, but there's not a clam in sight. The neighboring girls, Molly and Pippin, did seem to find 70 nails in the sand around our campfire though. Huh.

Time for bed! Tomorrow we bike to Ferndale.

DAY 16: Elk Prairie to Mckinleyville

today was round 4 of pretty chill days. we rode 34 miles through pretty easy terrain. right out of the gate we made sure to keep our eyes open for elk, as we were in a place called elk prairie. we immediately saw a family of oak chillin in the grass. after gawking at them for a bit we continues on. about 10 miles later we passed an RV park and saw like 40 elk just casually hanging out in the yard. we pulled over to take pictures, the elk didn't even give a shit that we were there.

the day went on, we climbed some hills and went down some hills. we saw some cool trees. the weather was all over the place. we would go from really hot full sun to super chili fog bog. there was a lot of stopping for wardrobe changes.

after about 27 miles or so we stopped in Trinidad for lunch. Trinidad is a pretty cool little town sitting in the middle of redneck wasteland. it has a nice little light house and really great views similar to the Oregon coast. we left town on a road called "scenic" something or other which really lived up to its name. the road conditions were actually pretty shitty and full of huge pot holes and often times going to straight gravel. those of us with larger tires had no problem, but some of our group got a bit slowed down. anyway, this road was the highlight of the day for me. it had great views and I thought the shitty conditions were kind of fun.

the day ended at clam beach county park where we are camping for the evening. this park is right outside of Mckinleyville and is basically full of borderline hippy juggalos walking around asking to trade for "trips." the sketch level of this camp ground is pretty high... however, we were fortunate enough to have a nice family post up in the spot next to us for the night instead of some sort of oogle drum circle mushroom gods.

I have to say I have been pretty impressed with how smoothly out group of 11 has been Travelling together. we have been pretty timely and finding camp spots hasn't been too much of a challenge. tomorrow will be our first real day of riding with 51 miles to tackle. hopefully we can keep up the pace.

Joining the Ride

We're here! "We" includes Sabah, Hardy, Charlie and Julia, bringing Deadly Rigs to a crew of ten. Things got off to a rocky start when approximately 12 hours before we were scheduled to fly from San Francisco to Crescent City to join the bike tour, United Airlines sent me a text saying that our flight was CANCELLED.

I called them only to hear that the flight later that day was full, as was Saturday. So after a dozen phone calls and texts between our group, we ended up renting two cars and driving 6.5 hours up to Crescent City. (Thanks Hardyman for driving the whole way.) We met the guys at a motel, put our bikes together, and did a grocery run. Charlie ate the largest frozen Shepherd's Pie known to man.

Saturday morning we rolled out and encountered some really long but not super steep hills. I was on my carbon fiber bike, with not much weighing it down. For that I have to thank my husband and sherpa Brian for carrying most of my stuff on his tank of a bicycle! Everyone had far heavier frames than I did, but they all crushed it. Well done.

The fog was especially gorgeous earlier in the day. And the farther we biked, the more redwoods we encountered. We only went 34 miles today, but it was a lot of uphill. Just before lunch, we made an obligatory stop to see our ol' friends Paul Bunyan and Babe the Blue Ox.

Once we set up at camp, where guest star Margaret Seelie met up with us for the night, some of us went on a really beautiful hike right around the campgrounds.

Sabah taught me six things you can learn from the redwoods, e.g. have a thick skin. Their bark is 6-12" thick and has tannic acid to help the trees resist fire. Neat.

Had a nice fire to round out the day, complete with Nutter Butters and Sierra Nevada Pale Ale. An ember flew into George's beer, which I suppose was a better place for it than on his silk pajama pants.

Saturday, August 9, 2014

DAYS 14 & 15: Crescent City to Elk Prairie Campground

big time post delay. we had a say off yesterday in crescent city, but it was actually pretty hectic so I didn't get a chance to make a post. now we are in the middle of the red woods so this post won't go through until tomorrow at some point.

anyway, we had a day off yesterday, which wasn't entirely a day off since we had to bike 9 miles over a big ass hill to get from jedediah smith to crescent city. I woke up at my normal 6:30am having to sprint to the bathroom to take care of business. since I was up I decided to just head in to crescent city early and get things done.

I hit the road around 10 and made it to crescent city by 11 to pick up Jessica's bike at the mail place where she shipped it. after getting it together I left it there and bike to the hotel to check in and then walked back to get Jessica's bike.

by the time I got back to the hotel the rest of the crew was assembled and ready to do laundry. I was pretty stoked to open my hazmat bag of clothing and get them sorted out.

oh shit, I completely forgot to mention the craziest part. so 5 people were going to fly to crescent city to meet us. but those 5 people were all on the same flight from SFO to crescent city. turns out they found out around 10pm the night before that their flight was cancelled! shit! so after a few late night conference calls we all worked out a plan that that whole crew would rent two cars and drive 6.5 hours to crescent city. anyway, that is what happened. crisis averted.

so back I what I was saying. not long after laundry our new riders started rolling in to town which basically meant we had to put 4 bikes together and get everyone to the grocery before we had to get to sleep. needless to say, it was a pretty hectic night and a pretty exhausting day off.

on to today! we suprisingly got up and out the door with 10 people by 9:30. we had a few last minute bike fixes to address, but in general everyone's shit worked well today.

we started the day off proper by tackling the hyped up crescent city hill that we had heard from multiple people they prefer to hitch hike up. all ten of us crushed it no problem. that hill is long, but overhyped.

the climb brought us in to the proper red woods which was grand. we also were ascending in to a fog cloud which was really ominous and cool. once we got to the top we began our big ass descent which ended at trees of mystery with Paul Bunyan and babe the blue ox.

a few miles later we had lunch in Klamath which was fairly uneventful. then after lunch we hit giant climb number two which most people thought was harder than the hyped up 1200 ft climb. after we conquered it, the rest of the day was an easy descent through massive red woods to elk prairie campground. this is a pretty awesome campground which has some really cool hiking trails with which we partook.

it is nice to have some new faces on the ride. all of the old faces are revitalized to have new company. I'm happy to see jessica after being apart for the longest time since we started dating. good day. crushed it. in tired. night night.

Thursday, August 7, 2014

DAY 13: Bookings to Jedidiah Smith National Park

today doesn't even really count as a day. we only biked 30 miles and it was pretty much uninteresting. due to the day being so short, no one was in a hurry to leave the camp site. we didn't get out of there until about 11am.

after a couple of quick errands in bookings, we hit the road with a vengeance. we were all riding pretty hard just to get the ride over with. there weren't really any climbs or sick views to take it. just a fairly standard ride for the most part.

however, there were a few highlights. we crossed the California state line! those of us who live in SF were pretty stoked to be in our home state. a second highlight was that we hit our first burrito stand, which was in smith river. thank you California! however, the best part of the day came within literally the last mile of the ride when we encountered our first massive redwoods. we are now camping in those redwoods at jedediah smith state park with a crystal clear river that we hopped in right upon our arrival.

tomorrow is a big trip milestone. we have a day off from riding (sort of, we have to bike 9 miles to crescent city), but 5 more people are flying in to join the group. my wife Jessica, Matt's wife ZABAH, Charlie, Julia, and jason will all be joining us. shit is about to get wild and complicated all at the same time! red woods, here we come.

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

DAY 12: Port Orford to Bookings

Oregon just won't quit. each day is more ridiculous looking than the next. we rolled out of port orford around 10am and immediately started our trend of endless climbing for the day. of course, with most climbs, the views were out of hand.

we started out on the coast which looked awesome. then we went inland for a while ripping through big ass pine trees on a really desolate road. this road ended along the rogue river which took us in to gold beach where we had lunch.

right after gold beach we started climbing a massive hill. one of the biggest ones of the trip. however, this is where the views really upped the ante. the climb was actually pretty weak on the view front, but the first descent opened up in to huge cliffs on both sides of us overlooking bright blue ocean with enormous pointy rocks the size of sky scrapers blasting out of the water. it was unreal. I was also descending at 45 mph which was awesome.

the rest of the day was much of the same. we climbed 4 more large hills with ridiculous views until finally descending in to bookings where we are camped Harris beach state park, which of course, had an amazing view as we pulled in.

so yeah, all in all, today was super exhausting with all of the climbing, but it was worth it. today marks the halfway point for the trip. tomorrow we cross the border in to California. the next day we have a day off and 5 more people will be joining us. things are about to get wild as hell.

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

DAY 11: Charleston to Port Orford

today was another one of my favorites. however, this morning we had to deal with shitty charleston leftovers. first of all, I want to say our camp spot was pretty awesome last night by pure accident. we basically camped in the campsites party area where all of the picnic tables and grills and shit are. since it was extremely wet last night half of us moved the picnic tables out of the covered area and just camped under the roof. it was pretty cool. we had big kitchen sink, tons of power outlets and the bathrooms with showers were connected to put party Zone.

anyway, we woke up this morning and there were slugs everywhere. I mean like hundreds of slugs. they were on our tents, in George's shoes... matt stepped on one and it exploded. it was ridiculous. it was also super cold. we were shivering as we packed up our stuff.

however, not long after we rolled out we headed inland and it immediately got warmer. we started the day off on the dreaded 7 devils road which is known for its seven shitty hills. this shit had been hyped up to us by multiple people at hiker biker sites over the past few days, but honestly, I was pretty easy. lots of rollers, but not even that bad. we enjoyed it.

we stopped in at a diner in bandon for lunch because we were making such good time. after having lunch we rolled out for the last half of the day. we had great tail winds all day and crushed the final 30 or so miles. we stocked up food in port orford then had 6 miles to bike to our campsite at humbug mountain state park. these 6 miles made the whole day. we bikes through pretty hilly ocean cliff landscapes that may have been the best we have seen yet. these cliffs were massive and the view was super clear and went on forever across the ocean. this stretch is what made me finally say the Oregon coast is more beautiful than the California coast.

now it is time to sleep. hopefully tomorrow picks up where today left off.

Monday, August 4, 2014

DAY 10: Florence to Chatleston

today was one of the worse days I would have to say. we got up and slowly mobilized p get out of our camp site (which was an awesome spot). we didn't hit the road until close to 10am. the first 20 or so miles were super easy with a tail wind. then we stopped in reedsport for lunch, and let me tell ya, that is not a destination location.

for whatever reason, our entire group was completely exhausted and almost fell asleep at the lunch spot. not to mention, for some dumb ass reason I decided to get subway for lunch which was basically barely food. I though that maybe if I ordered it with avocado that it would provide some sort of nutritional value. however, they no longer bother using real avocados anymore, instead they use and ice cream scoop to plop some sort of neon green toxic sludge all over the plasticy vegetables. point being, my lunch was probably as nutritional as eating the paper they wrapped it in.

upon exiting reeds port we hit our biggest climb of the day. due to my meal being a complete waste of precious chewing energy, I started to bonk right away and had to pull over to down a quarter sin dawg to bring me back to life.

anyway, the day drug on... we stopped in dumb places and sat around for too long at said places and it eventually got really foggy and cold by the last 8 miles of our ride through middle Oregon redneck wonder land. upon landing in charleston we were greeted with some sort of redneck greeting where multiple people screamed obscenities at eachother while racing away yelling from their seats in the bed of their pickup truck. I the. picked up a copy of the local paper which is just riddled with the most depressing murder / human disgust stories you have ever read. needless to say, I don't feel the need to return to charleston Oregon.

on a positive note! I forgot to mention that we stopped at some killer sand dunes where we all got out and raged. matt did some sick front flips. also, jan is still riding with us. he has been with us for 3 or 4 days now. he rules. it is pretty funny to think that we met him randomly at a grocery store and now he is a regular member of our group haha.

Sunday, August 3, 2014

DAY 9: Newport to Florence

today was a total refresher after yesterday's crusher. I would say that today was my favorite day of the trip thus far.

the first half of the day was fairly uneventful scenery, but it was the first time in a while that we could just ride on a fairly flat road and kill it. the first 23 miles were flat and accompanied by a raging tail wind. we were crushing it at close to 20 mph for the whole first stretch. it was just what we needed to get the day going.

after our warm up we passed through a town named Waldorf or some shit, and that is where things started poppin off. we pretty much immediately started climbing through some ridiculous cliff side roads overlooking crazy views which reminded me a lot of big sur. this stretch was probably the most scenic of the entire trip. it went on for about 20 miles of big ups and downs. it was awesome.

after that we descended in to the Florence area. we stopped by some wooden wizard statue and everyone got wild looking donuts from this store and the store lady told us there is a carnivorous plant swamp right down the street from where we were. so we checked that out. there were tons of those little eaters. we joked that we should have camped there because there probably wouldn't be many bugs.

annnnyyyywaaay, we checked that out then felt hungry so we got groceries before heading in to camp at honeyman memorial state park. just so happens, this is the best place we have camped on the trip to end the best day. this camp site has it all. laundry, showers, water... and the hiker biker area is super secluded so it doesn't feel like we are in a camp site.

anyway, today was sick. tomorrow we are going through some brutal sand dunes. I sleep now.

Saturday, August 2, 2014

DAY 8: Cape Lookout to Newport

holy shit, today was tough. I don't know what my problem was when I was making the route for today, but I fucked it up. not only was today out longest day (about 70 miles), it was also one of the worst climbing days haha.

we left cape lookout this morning around our usual 9:30am. immediately we had an 800ft climb that took about 45 minutes or so. by the time we got to the top I was already feeling worked. of course this climb lead to a mega descent. I started the descent by hitting a giant pot hole at 35 mph which sent my solar charger and sleeping matt crashing to the pavement. I am going to go ahead and plug my solar charger now... it has been amazing. it has kept my phone charged every day and even charged other peoples shit. not to mention, it slammed in to the pavement today and still works like a charm. it is a joos orange for anyone who was wondering.

anyway, the day went on, we had a handful of brutal climbs and I felt completely dead on all of them. probably Lu the hardest part of the day for me was a stretch of road that went around devils lake. it was never ending rollers that were just a bit too high and steep to actually keep any momentum. it was just exhausting.

anyway, just when I was feeling completely worked... we made it to a road called otter rock or some shit? this waste highlight of the day. it was a one lane road that climbed up through the forest and had a grand lookout at the top where we saw some whales. this part of the day restored my energy and gave me a second wind to bike the remaining 15 miles in to camp.

after stopping to grab groceries, we were heading out of Newport to our camp spot Biking over the Newport bridge when a car drives by with someone hanging out the window yelling my name. my friend camron from Columbus just happened to be out here on vacation and knew I was out here from Instagram so he had been keeping an eye out for our group. sure enough, he happened to find us. pretty awesome.

anyway, today was hard, but the scenery gets better and better each day. tomorrow we are heading in to the dunes.

Friday, August 1, 2014

DAY 6 & 7: Seaside to Cape Lookout

yesterday we had a day off in seaside so I didn't feel like posting. I'll just give a quick recap of what went down. we woke up, tod and I spent most of the day at a bike shop sorting out a more appropriate crankset for his bike. as soon as we had success matt called me to tell me he broke his brake lever. I got mad then we ate food and George slept in his bike pants. one last shout out to our dude Neil who hooked up our salvation day off.

this morning we got up and rolled out around 8:30am to head to cannon beach to get matts bike fixed at a bike shop there. he took off early to try to get it done before we got there, riding there with only a front brake because his rear was broken. we got there shortly after him and tod ended up having them take a stab at fixing his shifting issues.

while all of that was going down we chewed down on donuts. after everyone's bikes were in order we took a lovely stroll down cannon beach to check out goodies rock. this spot is one of my favorite places.

we dicked around there for like 3 hours. which was way too long, and we then had to kind of crush it the rest of the day. we had 3 brutal climbs that all ended in great ocean views. as we were pulling up for lunch a random bike tour stranger rolled up and I invited him to have lunch with us. this dudes name is jan and he is pretty tight. he had lunch with is then ended up riding with us the rest of the day and is now camping with us. he might even stick with us tomorrow. he has been biking for 9 weeks and started in New York, went through parts of Canada and is now rocking down the coast. he is in way better shape than us haha.

anyway, we saw a ton of sick shit today. the ride was pretty challenging with hills and a stretch of brutal head winds. but we still managed to make it to our camp site by 7pm even after fucking around for 3 hours at cannon beach. ps. this camp site is the coolest we have been at yet.


Thursday, July 31, 2014

DAY 5: Carhlamet to Seaside

goodbye Washington! we crossed our first state line of the trip, and I have to say that today was a pretty epic day. probably the best of the trip. 

we woke up and had breakfast with our delightful host Gerald. after chatting with him for a bit he took some nice photos of us and then we went off on the road. we started off missing our turn and biked a mile up a big ass hill before we realized we were idiots. we promptly turned around and popped across the bridge from cathlamet to the little island next door where we caught a ferry to Westport or. the ferry ride was like 10 minutes or less, but it was nice. 

we were all dragging pretty hard and feeling rough. this became apparent when we stopped 5 miles in to the journey and stalled for a while because no one wanted to keep riding haha. but whatever, we hopped on and immediately encountered the longest hill of our trip this far. it was a 2 mile 800 foot climb that took about a half hour. luckily it wasn't too steep, but it is really boring going 4 mph for a half hour straight while trying your hardest to forget your legs feel like they might explode. 

anyway, we got to the top of that hill and there was a grand view of where we had just come from in Washington. then of course there was a nasty descent. anyway, we hit like two more of those hills over the next 20 miles before rolling in to astoria where we hit a bike shop to fix up matt and tod's bikes. matt got fixed, tod did not. doof. (tod is in search of a different crankset in case anyone was wondering or cares)

after having a late lunch and sitting there for like 2.5 hours pretending we didn't have 20 more miles to ride, we finally got off our asses and back on the bikes. we all felt like we might die.

getting out of astoria was a bit tricky. our maps basically became a guessing game from astoria on leading us on roads none of if could find. we popped over a couple of bridges and faced some shitty head winds before making it to my favorite roads of the trip. we followed along the Lewis and clark trail roads which were pretty untraveled by cars which was great after being on freeways all day. eventually we stumbled upon an old gravel logging road that was heading our direction so we went for it. this was awesome. we didn't have to deal with other cars, just raging all over the road having a great time. 

after the gravel road we had one of the best descents of my life in to seaside. it was just the right amount of curvey where you didn't need to use your breaks at all. 

so now we are hold up in an awesome house in seaside that is another great warmshowers.comhook up. this guy Neil, who none of us have met, is out of town and is letting us have free reign over his house while he is gone. what a great dude. 

anyway, we have a day off tomorrow and a nice place to stay after a sick ride. shit is supreme.