Final Destination

We made it!  We're here in Sebastopol with our friend Frankie and his family.  They are in the midst of building an additional beautiful house on their acre property, so we're helping them in any way we can.  There are apple trees and plum trees and blackberries to pick for jam and pie...Katie is in heaven for the moment.  We're looking forward to working on our first farm coming up here soon, but glad to have wonderful people to board us while we look. 

Here are two-dimensional renderings of some views that could never justly be replicated:

 After leaving Monterey, we headed towards Sunset State beach near Santa Cruz.  Lonely-feeling foggy mornings lifted as we rolled into strawberry fields as far as the eye could see.  Unfortunately, a few too many poorly washed pesticideberries can make for a bad next morning, so we had to spend an extra day here; the next nights' sunset made up for it.

Jesse wasn't able to spend much time remenescing in Santa Cruz, as from Sunset Beach to Half-Moon Bay was our longest trek of the trip: 56 miles.  We were tired after that day, but the next was a short jaunt into San Fransisco city where we met up with Katie's parents who were on their way to Washington.  We spent that night with our friend Nikki, then onto where Jesse could spend time with a few more old college buddies: Mike in Berkley.  There we had a few days' rest and an epic BaconOff 2012, where bacon was used to garnish some very interesting and delicious dishes.   

 We then headed out of the city via the Golden Gate Bridge and a couple very interesting trips on the BART system.  Turns out 8-foot beast-bikes don't fit in Frisco elevators (thank god for escalators), but it's a good thing people in big cities don't make too much of a fuss over wierd circumstances.  The bridge was incredibly windy and foggy, until you got to the other side, where the sun shone through and the heat started.  Luckily, we only had to go 10 more miles to John, another college friend. 

Samuel P taylor was the next and last campground of the trip.  One of the most beautiful areas we've encountered, and popular for it.  By this time we were very glad it was our final night of the trip, and very greatful for the extra pretty surroundings.

  Northern California's fantastic bike routes took us through some forest-lined paths until the foggy coast bore down on us again around Tomales Bay.  We had some delicious fresh raw oysters at a little market right before Sonoma County, then Frankie came and picked us up from a little town called Tomales when our legs could take us no further.  We're feeling accomplished, rejuvenated and ready for the next adventure!