I left SLO at the break of dawn. The air was a cool mist as I made my way through the wavy hills surrounding the city, my thighs tingling in anticipation for Big Sur, my spiritual home. The ride North is not easy, and I knew that at this phase of the journey I needed to keep my mind on high alert. I was biking through a series of cliffs on a two foot shoulder, at 20-50 miles per hour, on Memorial Day Weekend.
I didn't take that many photographs during this point in my journey, as I needed to keep my mind on surviving. The Southern wind, amplified on the cliffs, pushed me to a standstill at 30mph practically the whole day. When I managed to crest a giant hill, the raging wind made the ride down equally as challenging -- I had to pedal just as hard to descend as I did to climb.
My mind reached a certain point where everything was automatic. I was so exhausted with everything, that I felt my eyes seem to glaze over and "wake up" at random moments on the road.
Left. Right. Left. Right.
Push. Push. Push. Push.
Move. Move. Harder. Don't die.
The time is 6:45pm. I just passed a sign that said that Pfeiffer Big Sur state park is a mile away, and my body is singing with happiness. The wind is cool against my skin, and the sunset casts light through the trees. I have been biking for almost twelve hours.
Making my way to Santa Cruz
Almost to Chico!