I left Arcata behind me this morning and I didn’t feel at all sad about it. It was easy to find Hwy. 101 South and the start of my ride to Ft. Bragg. I stopped in Fortuna for some breakfast, having no idea what lay ahead. At a town called Leggett,...
With the exception of my brief stay at Detroit Lakes, I have never really said good morning to you. I have written backwards each day, recounting my adventures for that day. So, I would like to say Good Morning. I am sitting at a desk; overlooking Valley West Blvd....
The secret word for today is Redwoods. I will unseal the envelope a little later in this story. The day began in Crescent City, which, oddly enough, is where it ended last night. My morning run took me into a park along the water and the whole run was flat, which I...
I am trying very hard not to think about the remaining days of my ride because I believe it is dangerous, taking my focus away from being right where I am. When it first began, I felt overwhelmed, even panicked, by the number of days I would be spending on the bike. I...
First, the good news, I didn’t drop the bike today, not even once. Things went smoothly this morning when it was time to leave. OK, I did have to go over to an RV and ask a guy for help, because the bike stand dug deep into the gravel and the angle was...
