Views from the 6 drake zipp Patch#

It was back to luxury camping at Samuel P. Taylor State Park: 109 miles and god-knows-how-many hills from Manchester Beach. And after a short cruise down the trail, my day was finished. I made it over the hill to Sir Francis Drake Boulevard and the Cross-Marin Trail that parallels it.

But it was the end of a day of riding an endless string of such hills, so I forgave myself, stopped and ate some sort of energy bar that Brandon had.

I was surprised when this insignificant hill thwarted me once again. We turned left at Olema to ride up a hill that we deemed epically unrideable four years earlier on our fixies. I drank a cup of coffee, and we hung out in front, regaling a couple of weekend bike tour warriors with my feats of heroism. How times have changed, we thought, looking at our loaded, geared touring bikesвЂ¦Д«randon and I acquired a small feastвЂ™s worth of overpriced groceries in Point Reyes Station (did I mention, yet, that everything is expensive and snooty along Highway 1?). San Francisco was only 48 miles away, and we had the whole next day to get there.Д«randon and I cruised into Point Reyes Station, where just four years earlier we had вЂњslayedвЂќ an epic fixed-gear epic from San Francisco (aided by two pickup truck rides). I knew I was gonna make it when I saw Brandon. He was a sight for sore eyes! My old buddy Brandon (you might remember him from my post about Paris) вЂ“ out here in the middle of nowhere, eight days south of Portland! I rode past the inviting resort hamlet of Bodega Bay with its quant cafes, candy shops, and beaches. I rode by the historic Fort Ross, a 19th century Russian settlement with amazingly well-preserved wood chapel and houses. It was the same as the past three days: I couldnвЂ™t stop for anything. I finally hit my stride that afternoon and put in a bunch of miles, aided by the all-day tail wind. There was construction on the road later and Yeonjoo and I ended up stopped together, waiting for the flagger to let us by.

Views from the 6 drake zipp Patch#

I stopped to call Brandon in Anchor Bay when I found a patch of cellphone reception. I stopped to take a piss later and Yeonjoo caught me. Then I dropped him as fast as possible, to avoid an awkward, prolonged goodbye. I think we even hugged before we departed. Yeonjoo and I exchanged email addresses and phone numbers at breakfast, expecting this to be our last hurrah.