Far From The End

The train was going pretty fast, as trains do. This is a picture of the last place we camped. Yes it was about 100 feet from the train tracks.

No more bike for Lindsey.

Lindsey's bike is in the little box. The box was so small we had to take her wheels off and put them in with my bike. I think it took us a solid hour to pack our boxes.

Packing up the bikes. We got lucky, these were the last two boxes.

Our last campsite with views of dolphins, pelicans and offshore oil drilling platforms.

Our last big downhill (I think it was about 2 miles down) before our destination.

Check out that view.

We kicked its butt.

We chose the shortest of three possible routes. This was deemed "The Brave Way" by previous travelers. We didn't figure out why until this hill came into view.

We were on some really beautiful side roads in Southern California. Long rolling hills and a great tail wind. Ideal riding conditions.

Looks like a quilt shop.

Southern California, what a place.

Lindsey gets ready for another day in the sun.

Beginning of the End

Warming up about the fog.

I think we missed the tremendous, breathtaking beauty everyone warned us about in Big Sur. It was covered in fog.

Big Sur, covered in fog.

Looking back to what we did this day.

Looking at what was left of the day.

Our drinking water chillin' by the sea.

Sardines at the Monterey Aquarium.

Birds at the Monterey Aquarium.

Escaping the beating sun under a picnic table.

Lunch break at a beach shaped like a bean.

Failed attempt at off-roading at Half Moon Bay State Park.

Leaving Berkeley on the Bart. It was odd passing through San Francisco so quickly and not by our own power.