We spent the morning climbing out of Crescent up a good-sized hill into the Humboldt Redwood forest, our first clue that we were in California. Sure enough after riding four miles down this hill we saw the most remarkable site: THE SUN! It was just the same as we last saw it in Washington and we began to feel what is like to be dry again. After riding in the sun and winding through some redwood groves, a nice guy with an empty moving van who had passed us coming down the hill called me over. He basically said that we were too slow and two fat to make it through the next narrow stretch of winding wooded road alive. No argument there. He was a volunteer fireman from Fortuna concerned about our survival. So then I thought, great, time for a Rosie Ruiz end run. So without much more convincing, (I was already in the truck cab when Mike was trying to decide) we safely made it through the next narrow stretch of shoulder less 101. After 25 miles to where the road was wider again, we disembarked from the Rosie Ruiz moving van about ten miles outside of Trinidad. Now we could sneak into town the last 10 miles and feel all sweaty and exhausted when we get there. Ms. Ruiz would have been proud. When we hit the sunny coast in Trinidad, had excellent burritos, saw some orange poppies and better dental work, we knew we were in California. With the Rosie Ruiz boost we were able to make it to Arcata a day ahead of schedule and with the five-day jump ahead in the wormhole, we just might make it home in time.
Finally the Redwoods south of Crescent City
Still raining but Magestic
After a cold ride down we are on the Pacific.
Looking south
Sunny Trinidad
California for sure.
Our first Poppies. California color.
"What the Heck?" Local Arcatian tries out our wierd bike.
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