Lately, life’s been good and the bicycling easy.
The West Coast of the United States is great for touring. As a first long distance bicycle tour, WanderWheels recommends the Oregon coast.
The scenery is beautiful, the tailwinds (which blow predominantly out of the north during the summer months) are helpful and welcome, and the campgrounds are prevalent and inexpensive.
The California coast is also phenomenal (but the sweeping ocean vistas views are not as frequent).
Unfortunately, all this good living and short cycling days have made us soft. Mary Schmich’s advice (misattributed to Kurt Vonnegut and later put into a song by Baz Luhrmann, “Everybody’s Free To Wear Sunscreen”) comes to mind.
Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
The softening continued as we visited Keith, Amy (Amy and I worked together during a summer internship at Los Alamos National Laboratory) and Adair in El Granada, a short ride south of San Francisco.
We’ve become dangerously accustomed to sleeping in a bed again. We smell better as showers are a daily occurrence.
We sit at tables for dinner, like civilized people. Luckily, muscle memory kicked in, allowing proficient use of utensils while eating, saving our hosts from the awkward stares and uncomfortable silence following a facedown feeding from the soup bowl.
I’ve slowly begun using a razor again.
Curse you California; I am no longer feral.