Coastal Trek

I ate breakfast with Jackie Keh. Over her Tabasco drenched egg whites she held up the last bit of Sourdough Bread.

"You should take this with you. I'm not going to eat it."

I tuck the leftover bread underneath some bungee cords, and head out into the foggy Friday morning. I'm thinking peanut butter. Definitely going to pick some up at a Safeway or something.

I pedal along through the park, the mist collecting onto my helmet and dropping occasionally onto my handlebars. 

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One last stretch of suburbia, my GPS was giving me hell through this last stretch. I just need to get onto CA-1 and it'll be coasting from there. 

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Pedaling through an RV park situated along the coast. Watching elderly couples head to their showers in their fluffy robes and slippers. 

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Riding along CA-1

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Descending back into mist

Descending back into mist

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Enlisting the help of some new friends along he way

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Farmland stretched for eternity. Definitely for the last 20 miles or so, this was all you could see. 

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Made it to Santa Cruz, and having a blast. 

Stay stoked,

 

Enoch

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