Day 5. Welcome to Pismo Beach where you party in the trailer park and drive your truck right onto the beach.
Please excuse me, as today is a sad day. My Sarah has an injured Achilles tendon and I am now riding solo. After saying goodbye to Sarah in San Luis Obispo, a rather need little town (with a cafe that only makes acai bowls) I was feeling a bit shaky in my pins.
The ride through Los Osos Valley was lovely despite the horribly terrifying turkey vultures, arguably the scariest animals I have ever met. I continued on to Pismo beach where I got myself some lunch and a slab of red velvet cake. I was told not to go any further, as my next planned stop is the meth capital of SoCal. Thank you to the Johnny Depp lookalike at the surf shop in Pismo for the heads up.
After a little breakdown in front of Patrick the bike mec who put some air in my tires (he told me I'd be just fine on my way down to LA and gave me a big hug), I found my way to my campground sandwiched between the highway and the railroad. The park ranger is named Miles and starts every sentence with a loud "UMMM". I gave him my bag of food to store. No more raccoon thieves, I've had it.
On to Santa Barbara tomorrow.
Please excuse me, as today is a sad day. My Sarah has an injured Achilles tendon and I am now riding solo. After saying goodbye to Sarah in San Luis Obispo, a rather need little town (with a cafe that only makes acai bowls) I was feeling a bit shaky in my pins.
The ride through Los Osos Valley was lovely despite the horribly terrifying turkey vultures, arguably the scariest animals I have ever met. I continued on to Pismo beach where I got myself some lunch and a slab of red velvet cake. I was told not to go any further, as my next planned stop is the meth capital of SoCal. Thank you to the Johnny Depp lookalike at the surf shop in Pismo for the heads up.
After a little breakdown in front of Patrick the bike mec who put some air in my tires (he told me I'd be just fine on my way down to LA and gave me a big hug), I found my way to my campground sandwiched between the highway and the railroad. The park ranger is named Miles and starts every sentence with a loud "UMMM". I gave him my bag of food to store. No more raccoon thieves, I've had it.
On to Santa Barbara tomorrow.
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