A mountain named Humbug
The ride out of Sunset Bay was very aptly named Seven Devils Road….lumpy in the extreme. Apparently it had seven hills….and all of them ‘significant’. But it was the only route back to US101, so no avoiding it. A Canadian couple I’d already met were standing by the roadside, but definitely not out of choice. His tyre had blown, but when I looked at his bike closely, it was no surprise. His hybrid bike was intended as a city bike and was shod with city tyres. He admitted he’d just grabbed his bike out of the garage for this mega-journey without giving any thought to preparing it. Out of the shed and onto the road….now he was paying the price.
Anyway he got a lift in a pick-up to a bike shop, leaving his girlfriend to make her own way. (Tell me, what’s happened to chivalry these days?) When I got to the same bike shop, I stopped by and another couple had called in for some fettling. So while I was there I asked the manager to check the tightness of my headset, the result of me re-assembling my bike after a flight and not getting the adjustment quite right.
At Port Offord, just 10km short of my destination, I stocked up with food, used the local library’s WiFi, and heading off on the last leg of the day I was startled by this first view of the sea….and this after 1000km on the road.
….and what a sight it was. Will this be the beginning of 1000 miles (1600km) of seaviews?
And as a postscript: I asked a young lady how far to the next town, and she said: “You’ll find that most towns along this coast are about 26 miles apart because that was a day’s journey on horseback”. Interesting….