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April 25 & 26

The last two days were pretty tough. We woke up to light winds leaving Plaskett Creek and were hopeful that the wind would be calm all day. Without having a chance to look at a forecast for the last week we could only guess at the winds for the upcoming days. Shortly into the morning we saw whitecaps on the horizon and as time passed moved closer and closer to shore (the trend for the past few days). We rounded a large point on the coast and were immediately faced with a stiff head wind. The riding was tough for the remainder of the day and the grind of headwind was amplified by significant climbs and descents. Despite the constant struggle, the scenery was beautiful. We finally made it up our final assent into the little town of Big Sur and we spent the afternoon reconnecting with civilization. Updated the blog, caught up on emails, picked up general delivery mail at the post office, and had a few coffees. We moved over to the taproom later in the day and started up conversation with a man sitting by himself. To our surprise he was a paraglider pilot, actually a famed pilot, who had found some of the launches we had been flying for the last few days! We finished our drinks and coasted downhill to the campsite only a mile away. After finding the group site nestled under gigantic redwoods, we were excited to see a handful of other tourists settling in. The night was spent talking about each other’s trips and gear around the campfire.

The next day we woke up and decided to get an early start to beat the wind. It seems we didn’t start early enough as we encountered the relentless wind only about 5 miles into the ride. The coast, once again, was gorgeous and every corner rounded exposed another bluff or cliff that fell straight into the waves below, but the wind was cold and at the end of the day we were in need of some warm shelter. We slogged though the final miles of the day hoping we could find a Warm Showers host to take us in but with no luck we broke down and sprung for a cheap motel. We had a quick dinner with my Mom’s childhood friend and called it an early night. I think we both appreciated a warm bed after a couple cold hard days.


“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!”