With my visa a day away from expiring, it was time to leave the US. I’d been able to ride in 36 of the 50 states and while there were things I didn’t get to do, places I couldn’t see, and people I didn’t meet, I think of my time as a great success. There were so many great experiences, that it’s difficult to decide. The west, home to places like Yosemite, the Grand Canyon, southern Utah and the PCH, has the highlights as far as natural beauty are concerned
Steve had shown me the Adventure Cycling route and I figured it was a nice easy ride down to San Diego. I’d forgotten however that being my last full day in the US, I had a bit of shopping to do. I had a $45 dividend at REI to spend as well as a $16 Radioshack gift card. There was an REI about 10 miles from Carlsbad, but it meant skipping the PCH to go. With the dividend and the fact that REI is my favourite shop, it was an easy choice. Two hours later, I left REI the owner of a knife, a
Diane substitute teaches and so had to head out early to go to work, but Dennis had some free time before having to prepare for the upcoming Newport Film Festival. He had invited me to go and paddle and with a short ride ahead of me I took him up on the offer. We drove over to his club where we met up with Kevin and John, two of his friends who would be hitting the water with us. We would be using surfskis which are a kind of kayak. Not being experienced, I joined Kevin in a two person boat after
As with my stop in Cincinnati, LA succeeded in stopping me for longer than I’d planned. The plan of arrive on Monday, meet Mike on Wednesday and ride out on Thursday had been scuppered by Mike’s issues with his water heater blowing up. David, my host had let me know I should feel free to stay as long as I wanted and that he’d be free to ride out together with me on the Sunday, and so 3 nights turned into 6.
Sunday morning rolled around and Mike, Carmen and I had breakfast. He’d
The day had finally come. It was time to stop lazing round Cincinnati where I’d happily sat round, ate lots of ‘Papaya Chicken’, watched TV, hung out with a close friend, read books and, outside of trying to get Abdul into running, had been slothlike. Looking at Google Maps and Warmshowers, I’d managed to come up with a loop that was about 200 miles that I could do in 3 days. I’d contacted Mark, a host in Richmond, IN, and Andrea, a host just outside Dayton, OH and