Silverlake LA to Laguna Beach 88km
To San Elijo SP 93km
To Mexican Border San Diego 101km
Cycle touring is addictive. I'm unsure how I will cope with "ordinary" life once I get back to Hanmer Springs and NZ. Every single day has its' challenge. Every single day has its' encounters. Every single day you see something new, something that amazes, something with a Wow factor, and these last few days in the USA, that some cyclist write off as "boring urban cycling" have not failed to fulfill all of the above. Let's see. What did we encounter?
The guy on the Harley, with his tiny dog sitting on the gas tank, wearing a helmet, goggles and a leather jacket.
Two elderly gents zooming past us on Fat Bikes. How did that happen? Damn, they're E bikes.
Navigating through suburban Los Angeles. Cycling through areas you've heard of in movies, novels, TV programmes, like Laguna Beach, Newport Beach, San Clemente, Del Mar, La Jolla.
Cycling along the concrete river banks of LA, those ones you've seen in dozens of movie car chases.
Stopping to watch the multitude of surfers fighting for a position on the many surf breaks.
Skate Boarders, City Cruisers, Skaters, tourists, surfers, families, swimmers, artists, walking the Beachside pavements
. Experiencing the exhilaration of conquering yet another hill, photographing the amazing view, and then hurtling down the oh so smooth downhills.
Cycling through a Military Base, and having to produce ID, then stopping for a smoothie at the MacDonalds that is part of the large Mall on the base.
Being offered help several times with directions from strangers. Being joined by a local cyclist, who guided us through back streets, and onto a ferry, crossing to Balboa Island, who didn't stop talking for 10km, even to ask what our names were.
Meeting a group of Sierra Club members, including a young lady who had just finished cycling across Canada, and sharing stories.
Meeting a couple of Phillipino American cyclists repairing a puncture, and then meeting the lady again the next day, with a group of her training buddies.
Seals, swimming with body surfers.
The Queen Mary. Lighthouses. Aircraft Carriers. Lots of helicopters (Ju's favourite), including the fixed wing craft that rotates it's propellers up and down, depending on whether it wants to land, or go forward. Sunsets.
Spending another pleasant evening with Andrew and Diana from South Dakota.
Oh, and arriving within spitting distance of the Mexico border, then rushing back to Central San Diego, so as we could catch a ferry, and arrive at Annie's before dark, only to have Ju get a puncture......
Yep, I'm addicted. Not sure how the withdrawal will be, but now it's a train back to LA, and a long flight...... I will worry about coping when I get home.