Day Before The Big One
Another hot day today, up to 980 feet at the Standish Hickey Recreation Area. Tomorrow, our small circus will traverse the dreaded, but apparently overhyped, Leggett Hill. One thing I've learned on this trip is that everyone has opinion about the terrain ahead, and those opinions are mostly worthless until you've actually done the road in question. So we'll see what goes on tomorrow. It will definitely be a slog, and at the end of it we'll either end up at a primitive hiker/biker site without showers, or an RV park with showers, depending on whether the park tries to rope us into a 2-night stay or not.
A middle-aged Canadian fellow named Johnny, who rode into the Benbow hiker/biker site early last night, is one of those who's of the opinion that Leggett Hill is overhyped. Then again, Johnny's life seems to consist entirely of a) being stoned b) being drunk c) driving a snow removal truck in Alberta d) cycling when it's not snowing and e) telling random stories that are of little to no interest to anyone who has not made a vocation of a) and b). The man is fueled entirely by cannabis, alcohol, and sugary foodstuffs. By all rights, he should've been dead of a burst heart and an eroded liver years ago, but he's one of those humans who apparently will continue trundling along doing exactly the same things he's done all his life until the very moment he keels over. And that's all I've got to say aboot Johnny.
We're roughly twelve days from San Francisco, where, through the very kind machinations of TF6S, we'll have a place to stay and store our gear while we do whatever is we're going to do there. Which is a great thing...it will give us motivation as we pedal along, if that's lacking once we return to the coast and cooler temperatures.
The battery is fading along with the light, and before twilight sets in I've got a few things to do about camp. More tomorrow, if I've got the energy!
