We agreed to stop a third of the way in. That would be 12 miles, and I was counting them down. Anticipating a four-hour ride, we agreed to make our water last. But those dry cookies were tough going down!
When we finally got to the 24 mile mark, I said, "it's time for our second stop." Roger was reluctant, until I pointed out that it was now nearly 1:00, and we had not had any lunch, and we needed a break. After that, I just watched the grasses blow in the wind, and turned my legs. This was turning into the longest 36 miles on the planet!
|Grasses on the roadside|
About those grasses: when you are riding slowing along the road, you can really look at things. I am fascinated by the grasses, weeds and wildflowers that we see. The grasses particularly. They wave and dance and pirouette as we ride by, sometimes even seeming to bow in our direction as we approach. That's a bad thing - it means they are blowing towards us and it would really be better if they blew AWAY from us. But still, they are so beautiful - silver and golden, green ones, red, purple - every type of seed head and leaf. I'm mesmerized by them.
|Traffic at the park|
To add insult to injury, the back tire was flat as we arrived in the parking lot. Roger set out to fix it, and I went off to find someone who would let us join their camping party. Fortunately, Tom and Roxanne were right there in the second plot, and they graciously agreed to let us share their space. They had already added another young couple, and so the six of us enjoyed visiting, sharing stories and enjoying the park.
|Sebastian and Javi had pasta with brown butter sage sauce!|
|My next tour, I want one of these!|
So all's well that ends well. In spite of the harsh winds, the lack of room at the inn, and the fact that we were too tired to really go out and see anything much in the park, we enjoyed our stay due to the generosity and hospitality of our fellow travelers. We rode away feeling grateful indeed.
The day's record: King City to Pinnacles National Park, 33 miles/447 to date