Guest Blogger - Tom Burt
Carmel to San Luis Obispo
For Clint Eastwood
El Muy Joven, El Ojo Roto, y El Muy Viejo
For all the jokes
Los Tres Amigos
The real story
9 dias total con 11 tiempos de esurfar, mucho sol, no viento, 190 miles peddled
One last dinner in Carmel after a sunset surf session, Pizza at La Bicyclette, so apropos, and a night cap of Devon’s favorite, root beer float, but this one made with gelato.
We said our goodbyes to Chris and Bev...but not before Chris had styled us out with B3 stickers to grass roots market our trip. You may see one sometime traveling down the coast at a place where we stopped and had a good time. Chris also thought a skull would be a good addition for the up coming miles so I figured out how to mount it to the handle bars with our head light blinking out of its mouth. We hit the last big grocery store and stocked up with the staple of the trip, Reese’s, bags of them. Onto the road south.
This of course is the information dead zone of the trip. No phones or internet. Just one of the most beautiful coast lines in the world, one narrow road along straight down cliffs with no shoulder half the time, great camping, really expensive stores and restaurants, tourists in cars trying to run you over but there are incredible places to surf along the way if you take the time to look. And as it happens on a bicycle you have the time.
Also with no external distractions we started with nicknames and bad jokes as a way to keep my mind off my sore butt and makes the miles go by fast. If you can call going up and down hills with very little or no flats fast. I felt like all I did was shift gears constantly to find the perfect spin but as soon as I would find it, the road gets steeper, or you crest over a hill, but rarely could I relax and just peddle. Devon must of thought that I was screwing with him and not peddling, I shifted so many times. Anyway I had my eyes peeled on any potential surf spot and before noon on day one we ran into this wave. Great wave and we got our first Big Sur surf on. The weather was all time, sunny, warm, dry with no wind and if there was any wind at all it was off shore. We did not pitch a tent the entire week. Yes, I am talking about Big Sur the Fog Bank as it usually is was way off shore.
The first night we slept under the Redwoods with great views looking up at a quarter moon. That morning we peddled a while to find coffee and food at the Big Sur Bakery and as in fashion with our new found friend, the skull, we parked it and ate. Energy at top levels we heading back up and down hills looking for our next surf. We happened upon a wave around noon, made a sandwich, went surfing and did not get back on our bikes until after 5pm. We watched the sun set peddling south hoping to make it before dark to Lucia for dinner and to find a place to stay for the night. We arrived in the dark by headlamp ate and peddled down the coast in the dark to Limekiln State Park and found some other bike riders who we had met earlier in the trip to stay with for the night. Of course we could not stay or use any of the US Government campgrounds because congress can not get there shit together and it is screwing with us even here.
The next morning we got on our saddles and headed to surf a few miles of kind of flat terrain to Sand Dollar Beach, yes one of the closed areas by our Government, but the waves were calling, we walked pasted the closed sign and we surfed. Heading south that afternoon to get to Gorda. Happy to hit that store because we were all out of water from the long day so far. With water, and a snack in the belly and two of the biggest hills to go over, we headed to Ragged Point and a hamburger. Ran into a surfer there, who sent us to Carp to surf and camp. It was a great tip and we surfed another sunset surf by ourselves with great waves, slept under a cypress tree and surfed again in the morning by ourselves.
We pack our trailers and headed out of Big Sur peddling on our way to San Simeon, Cambria, Cayucuos, Morro Bay. The first real wind of our trip started blowing but it was blowing south just pushing us along making it easy and we cranked out the 45 miles before dark and ate dinner at the Taco Temple. A huge meal no matter what you order for only a few dollars. Our whole bill was $22.00 and we ate like kings. A must stop in Morro Bay.
Our last day we checked out Morro Rock, saw a submarine ....and did our my last surf of the trip with Devon and Jeff south of the rock down over the sand dunes.(photo checking surf). Devon even took the fins off a board and road the dunes for fun. We peddled with a tail wind to San Louis Obispo and we stopped by Art’s cyclery who charged me $2.70 (cheap bastards, Devon was getting the biked tuned for the rest of the trip there) for a bag to stuff my closes in so I could ride the Dog back to Santa Cruz.
Let me just say thanks to Devon for inviting me. It was a great time and he did put up with all my stupid sarcastic humor. Becca, whom I never got to see, and for all her organization to get me ready for the trip. Madrona, for letting me hang with your Dad. Jeff Hawe, whom I never met before, for peddling with Devon and documenting the trip. He is one motivated photographer, fun surfer and a new friend in life. Lets here it for the body Carl! Thanks to my wife, Trish and kids, Nina and Hannah, for giving me the time to do this. Thank to my good friends, John and Madeline Hope, Gus and Sheryl Samios, and Chris and Bev Sanders for taking in Devon, Jeff, Mike, myself and anyone else. You are the best and I am honored to call you my friends. I look forward to the rest of the stories to be told.