It had to happen eventually. Yes, we’ve finally arrived in Paradise. The Three Signs have manifested themselves. For the first time in three months, Lucie and I finished both of our water bottles in a single day. Why? Because it was hot outside and we were trying to keep up with a group ride. A what, now? Yes, a group of cyclists who voluntarily decided to head out for a scenic and challenging loop along the coast in late November. No special equipment required – it was about 20 or 25 Celsius. These factors combined led to the third and most spectacular Sign: Lucie took off her tuque and put on a cycling cap. For the first time. Since Anchorage.
Oh yeah – we had a wicked tailwind too.
So, to our readers in Montreal and beyond now caught in a slow, inexorable descent into the snapping jaws of a wintery Hell, we say “who’s laughing now” or something. Yes, I admit, we were pretty hardcore back there riding through blizzards in the Yukon. There’s nothing particularly arduous or epic about riding through California, though, which is perhaps why it’s a major cycling destination. Let us have this moment.
Just a quick note to those unable to decipher Lucie’s last post: Gary, an amazing guy we met in Anacortes, Washington, who’s been following our journey, used up some of his travel points to cover a motel room for us in Fort Bragg, CA. We planned our rest day (our first since Portland) around the monumental event. We were finally able to clean out the bottoms of our panniers and fully recover from the weather that had thrashed us good further up the coast. We left there feeling blessed and refreshed.
We’ll be crossing the Golden Gate Bridge into San Francisco around noon today, Monday, November 30.
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