I had three hundred miles left to go before my trip was over. Time was running out, and I needed to be in Santa Cruz by the 4th for my summer job as a camp counselor. Coincidentally enough, I met a cyclist heading the same direction, with enthusiasm we set out for Davis in the early light.
Finally made it to Davis, though we were definitely exhausted. A steady headwind throughout the day ripped us to shreds, and we ate over three pounds worth of bananas to keep the cramping at bay. Ted had a friend that we were staying the night with, and we headed out to get some food after a long days ride.
Ted and I were about 8 miles from the Vallejo ferry building when we realized that we were running out of time. The plan was to ride the ferry from Vallejo to San Fransisco, then cruise on down to Daly City for the night -- but I was getting the creeping feeling that something was wrong.
"Oh no dude, we might miss the ride over."
"What time does it leave?"
We were at the crest of a hill, catching our breath. The sun was sinking over the horizon, illuminating the city with its golden eyelashes, and in the distance we could see the tightly knit weave of concrete that we had yet to slide through.
"I think it arrives at 5:45, but it's like a half hour trip to get to SF, so probably around 5 or so."
We both glance at our watches, and then instantly regret it.
We slept well that night. Ted had only begun his journey, as his final destination was Ventura -- but my heart was racing. Only 90 more miles until I reach Santa Cruz, then my tour is over. It's a weird feeling knowing that something you have put so much effort, blood, and tears will conclude by the end of the day. I made pancakes, and appreciated the moment.
Ted was meeting with two of his friends for the rest of the journey -- Geoff and Tristan. We met up with them early the next morning, and set our sights for Big Sur.
The first mile: no trouble, then Geoff broke a spoke. No worries though, it all worked out -- though we planned to stop at the closest bike shop.
Stopping at a fruit stand a few miles from Santa Cruz.
WE MADE IT
I stayed at my friend Chloe's house for the night, then left the next morning for my summer job.
Thanks to everyone who donated food during my journey, and for the neverending support. Stay tuned, I'm doing some cool stuff and can't wait to share it with you!
Enoch R. Cincotta
Shoutout to Bedrock Sandals, Enlightened Equipment, Salsa Bikes, Old Man Mountain, Arcteryx, and Ortlieb for making some bombproof products!