Howdy howdy howdy. Today was...I hate starting blogs like that. Today was a thousand different things. From Santa Cruz we started immediately confused, the only road outta there is a freeway where we are discriminated against. So we asked some locals, and found our way out, eventually. Our confusion for a long time has been in part due to signs all along the Cali coast labeled "Pacific Bike Route" that always just confuse us more, as they are always lacking arrows or clear directions. I'd like to publicly reprimand whoever put them up.
We rode in a dense fog through strawberry and artichoke fields all morning. After that we rode into Monterey on a nice little designated bike trail. Monterey is beautiful! The beach alone is to die for, and all the little shops combined with the bike trail just makes for such a cool place. If anyone wants to go back, I'm in. We had to cut through the city, and although we swore he couldn't do it again, Dad took us up the steepest way possible. Up up and UP out of Monterey we went. The scenery after lunch was PHENOMENAL I think the darn prettiest part of the trip yet. This was the 25 miles into the famous Big Sur. The coastline was so so beautiful, (gosh beautiful is such an understatement) that even though it was crazy steep, I can for certain say it was worth it. At one particular part we rounded a corner, and there was this breathtaking view of a 300-foot bridge, connecting to a road tacked on the side of the mountain, trailing up into what looked like eternity, with the ocean 1000 feet below. Matt just said "Look" and I gasped. Usually I gasp out of dread, but this time it was just awe, and as cheesy as it sounds, respect. Dear Mr. Mountain and Mr. Ocean, I acknowledge your excellence, and I respect that. Matt mentioned after that when he saw that view it made him feel awed as well, but also proud of us.
This trip-this huge task before us- is so daunting, and like the mountain, so much bigger than we are. But here we are, chipping away at it one monster day at a time. On the other side the wind was blowing incredibly hard, at one point in our faces, which Dad admitted to dropping to 3 mph in? Finally it hit our backs, and we FLEW the last 5 miles. As long as days are, this trip is flying past and we're just trying to drink it all in. Until tomorrow.
Love, Kristi
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