Miles – 60.86
Avg. Speed -13.1
Since we left San Francisco on Tuesday, the weather has been dreary, and what we would have considered a short day’s ride has seemed to drag on endlessly. I don’t know if the weather is affecting us, or if we’re just at the end of our tether, but these last few days have been a fight mentally.
With the L.A. in sight, we hopped on our bikes in Monterey and pushed off South against a cold and gray sky towards Pebble Beach and Big Sur. We knew the day’s ride would be a beautiful ride, but a challenging one as we had our sights set on a 100 mile day to San Simeon. We left early in order to allow ourselves enough time to ride the famous “17 Mile Drive” through Pebble Beach, and we’re happy that we did. A $10 fee for cars, it was free for bikes, and we cruised by famous golf course after famous golf course stopping to see the sights, and to drop Pedal for Prevention cards in every mailbox. We figure one millionaire could bring the whole thing together, and a mailbox is a good a place as any to start!
After we got back on the US-1 in Carmel, we immediately began to climb up and down towards Big Sur. The road shrunk to two lanes, and took a more direct path along the bluffs. With lush mountains rising high on our left, four hundred foot cliffs falling to the Pacific skirted our wheels on the right. Caution was in high demand as we navigated tight and winding roads with SUVs, trucks, and Winnebagos. Winnebagos are the worst, most of them are rentals by elderly folds, and Mike thought of a great bumper sticker for them “To Old to Camp, To Young to Die. Go RVing.”
Anyway, we continued up and down mile after mile, and it was very slow going. Having to pull over for every semi, coupled with wanting pictures at every corner meant that there was no way we’d make it one hundred miles to San Simeon. When we finally arrived in the town of Big Sur (the last town for 50 miles) we knew we’d have to stay. There was one problem though… The hotels/lodges were extortionate! Rates of $300 were the average, and with no options other than to camp, we went to the gas station and loaded up for dinner and breakfast. Canned fruit, mini bottles of wine, stale sandwiches, and pop tarts were all in order, and with no sleeping bags, and only a tarp for shelter it looked to be a long, wet and cold night. Just as we were leaving town towards the campground we passed one last lodge… It couldn’t hurt to try, and when the inn quoted us a decent price we were stunned and happy! We had beds, but we were still stuck with the canned fruit and stale sandwiches.
Our blog is a couple of days behind, but we’re arriving officially in L.A. on Sunday! We’re having an event from two to four on the corner of Ocean Avenue and Alta Avenue. 551 Ocean Avenue Santa Monica, CA. It should be good fun, and we’re inviting anyone to come out!