|When I thought I was having a good time.|
Again, I woke up, put my gear away and was mildly optimistic about the day ahead of me. Friday June 10th has been the hardest/worst day of the trip so far. Just when I think I've had the hardest day, another comes and just takes the cake. I had to climb the second half of Big Sur which was even worse than the first which took me close to five hours. Immediately at the base of the mountain is this place the locals call Hurricane Point. (Or something of that nature.) Where the winds are so strong it was all I could do to stay on my bike. I actually fell a couple times. Once while I was still clipped into my pedals. It was truly demoralizing. With my head down all I could think about was putting one pedal down at a time and staying on my side of the road. It couldn't have been over sooner. Then again I had another spicy hill to climb, Caramel Hight's, and as my legs couldn't take any more I had to crash in a small hidden state beach right next to a school. It was my first experience ninja camping. It wasn't an official state park so I just had to stay concealed and get out of there as early as I could. Which was no problem because I zonked out at eight and woke up at five thirty.
Although the experience was pretty terrible it wasn't all bad. Big Sur had been closed due to mud slides for months but right as I was passing through CalTrans opened it. Also, as I was at the highest low of the ride a woman waiting as her son started his bike ride gave me some cherries and a sandwich. It just seems to be how it's going to go. As I get to my lowest that's when something good happens. I just wish there wasn't so many lows.