4 days in San Francisco Day 1 First requirement was getting to Ariscault Bakery before they opened to be 5th in line to pick up a bag of croissants. They lived up to their reputation well enough that being 50th in line probably would have been worth it. Well, at least 25th in line. Then… Read more…

The rain and the wet in camp (even when it’s not raining) is a significant drain on our time, energy, comfort, and thus, enjoyment of this mostly-outdoor life we’ve chosen to live. I want to make this version of life be as comfortable and enjoyable as possible for Rett, because that means we’ll both be… Read more…

The clear skies from the previous day stayed open all night, and into the morning. We were up early for one of our biggest days of riding, and could actually feel a sunrise for the first time in forever. On top of that, it was 55 degrees, so we both were wearing shorts when we… Read more…

Ever since we started at the northern terminus of California Highway 1, the road surface has been tremendous. Shoulders are rare (which hasn’t been a problem in most areas with their low traffic volumes), but the surface has been so smooth and freshly-paved that I fear we’re getting spoiled. But today’s ride was by far… Read more…

Day 1 It was time to put in more miles, our first time in nearly two weeks pushing south for more than 70 miles over a two-day period. But then we would be able to lay up another day to wait out more rain, and still make it to San Francisco a day earlier than… Read more…

The wetness we woke up to on this eternally-wet coast was from actual rain/mist rather than the fog/condensation of the last two days. But it lightened enough and was warm enough (54 degrees!) for me to make coffee and to toast bagels, so with the forecast predicting an early-morning end to the rain, it seemed… Read more…