Awoke on the beach for a 70 mile day. Blue skies erupted from the fog, the sun rained down, and a huge tailwind smacked our backs allowing us to cruise near 20 mph as an average. And it was beautiful and glorious.
A string of state beaches lined the route with greens and reds from plants contrasting with the blues and indigos of the ocean water. We did encounter one mishap when Janna hit a stray orange safety cone on the side of the road. She flipped into traffic causing a truck to skid into a car which flipped the car over three times. Meanwhile, I was screaming into the traffic dragging Janna and her bike back simultaneously.
Jk. She did hit the cone and crashed but with minor surface wounds. No traffic crashes either.
We did find this balla placed called Pie Ranch which serves as a social justice/locavore/organic environmental ethics restaurant and operates out of an old barn in the middle of the country. We happened by it 4 minutes prior to it opening. We decided to stop and wait, and the place was immediately swarmed by cars of people arriving at this little gem which is apparently actually a big deal place. The pie was fucking great. They also take interns to encourage a new generation of farmers concerned about the welfare of the land and building awareness in school children about where food comes from, amongst other endeavors.
Later, we arrived in Santa Cruz where we rode down the boardwalk past roller coasters which seemed a harsh contrast to the previous days’ rural and wild settings. Now prepping for a 70 mile day tomorrow along Monterey Bay to Big Sur.