We passed through Orick, which felt like a town left behind in time:
There were a lot of wood shops selling redwood carvings and advertising Live Burl.
UPDATE: Orick has made a minor splash in the news a couple times since our trip:
Compare to the rural Washingonian feel of McKinleysville, "where horses have the right of way."
We passed a stretch of 101 that had water on both sides. The left is a freshwater lagoon:
We slogged up and down some potholed cliffside roads and even had to do a couple mile stretch of gravel. An old couple on a tandem bike told us to keep going to get good lunch. Check out his Sisyphean tattoo:
[1 year anniversay note:
The man commented on how weed was everywhere, and how they didn't have any on them, implying they wolud have gladly shared some with us if they did]
After that, I'm jettisoning nonessential equipment. So far, all I can think of is paper plates.
9/13 pics: https://picasaweb.google.com/105909573807230408134/BikeTour913?authkey=Gv1sRgCJbSqfCiou-WnwE
9/13 pics: https://picasaweb.google.com/105909573807230408134/BikeTour913?authkey=Gv1sRgCJbSqfCiou-WnwE
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