To Standish-Hickey State Park (just outside of Legget, CA)
Short Day…really, just 48 miles. Oh, look at the elevation profile…yuk.
A day of climbs. Up and down most of the day, but more up than down.
Winding, narrow roads with no shoulders. Back on 101 and then back to winding roads.
We did not take even one picture. I think we were just trying to survive.
We made it to camp, a nice site. Ev and I went across the road to get some more chicken broth for Risotto. (Did you think we just ate hotdogs?!) The owner of the store, and the U-haul, the nursery, the grill and the rest of the town enticed us to his grill. He promised us he had the best BBQ oysters. Not to spoil our dinner, I ordered six. OMG they were amazing! The best I have ever had. Jan had one., Doug had two (and he is mostly vegetarian). Ev had a half (not a oyster fan) and I had the rest. They were perfectly cooked and floating in an seasoned aioli sauce.
The talk of the camp was the next day’s climb. Both bucket couples* were there. We had been reading about it for a week. Tops out at 2000’. First thing we face in the morning. Can’t wait!
* We rode with two couples from Portland who had plastic buckets for panniers. They did not know each other at the start of the trip. One couple were college kids who just decided to ride down the coast to San Fransisco. The other were married and were riding the entire coast from US border to US border. A company in Portland makes the buckets, but Brock only bought one and made three others. They were pretty cool and you could sit on them around the campfire. Oh, neither of the bucket couples brought stoves. They cooked over the open campfire everynight.
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