Banana Bread Daze
We're in the hostel at Pigeon Point Lighthouse, after a 22-mile ride that seemed much longer than it actually was. I woke up this morning with a case of the blues, and never really came out of it during the day...bodyshock from yesterday's 40-miler, I think. Today's ride was fueled almost entirely by a loaf of banana bread that Erin baked for us our last day in San Francisco. We started out by slicing it, but eventually it seemed more efficient to just tear hunks off of it and munch it by the side of the road, crouched and hooting like monkeys. Good fuel, that, and tasty too. I'll be sad when it's gone.
The sun never really showed its face today, so the riding was chilly and gray. The hostel is the only place to stay between Half Moon Bay and Santa Cruz, and it's a good thing that it's here: none of us had 49 miles in us today. It'll take at least another couple of days before we start to get back into the road groove that we left somewhere on the south side of the Golden Gate.
And now: said lighthouse. It's got that grid on it because I'm so beat I didn't feel like leaving the dorm, so I took a picture of it through the window screen. There's a sign near it stating that it's been closed since 2001, and will probably fall over soon.
Hopefully, not while we're here.
