I fell into San Louis Obisbo through the CA-1.
Looking for a place to stay, I found Chris and Natalie through Warm Showers, and an interesting opportunity fell into my lap:
"You can stay as long as you'd like," Natalie said, gesturing casually with her hands as we sat in her dining room, "or if you want to leave tomorrow you can --the ball is in your court."
The house that they live in hosts a breathtaking view overlooking downtown San Louis Obisbo, and the sunset is something to behold.
I was fully prepared and expecting to leave the next morning -- but then Chris showed up from work, handed me a bottle of Millers High Life, and proceeded to talk about Midwest hip hop while I made chicken caesadillas
The night was filled with laughter, and I thought to myself, "Okay, I'll stay."
Chris works as a bartender at a fancy local restaurant, and Natalie used to work at an animal clinic.
They are both long distance cyclists, and the two met while they were both staying in Twin Bridges, Montana. Now, they're inseparable, and it's a joy to watch their energies flow between them like music.
Due to their landlord evicting them from their apartment, they are heading up North to seek adventure together.
"So the plan is to not have a plan?"
Later that evening I met one of their other roommates, Mikayla. She offered to take me trail running the next morning.
"You should check out the farmers market," Mikayla said to me during the ride back home. "It's a huge event downtown."
Natalie said I should check out the tri-tip sandwiches. "It's a traditional thing to eat while you're at the market."
On the way through, I ran into an inpromptu jam session with a bunch of bluegrass artists...
...encountered the carrot dick...
I'll be back