Route: Highway 1
Weather: Low 20s, Mostly Sunny, Tailwinds
Total Climbing: ~1050m/3440ft
Notable Climb/Descent: One Final Big Sur-Style Climb After Gorda
Breakfast: Granola & Nectarine
Dinner: [Massive] Calzone at Pizza La Nova in San Luis Obispo
Snacks: Clif Bar & Banana Beverages: Water, Sprite
Previous Night’s Sleep: 10:00pm to 7:00am [9 hours]
Previous Night’s Accommodation: Plaskett Creek Campground
- Following an early morning climb, the terrain becomes noticeably different. Less coastal hills and oceanside cliffs. Much longer stretches of flat riding. Immediately, I missed the scenery of Big Sur. Admittedly, though, my spirits remained high due to forgiving tailwinds aiding my progress all day.
- I am surrendering to my cravings more often during this fifth week of touring. Now, every day, I am actively seeking out an ice cold drink, coffee, or delicious meal at some point between campsites. Some combination of road-weary and comfort-seeking is bubbling within. To date, this trip has been mostly rooted in challenges and meanings. More and more, I feel my mind drifting toward comfort-seeking. As a compromise between my intentions and cravings , I’ve settled on a once-a-day surrender to temptation. Seems reasonable, to my mind.
- “These are usually meant for two people. You are a beast if you finish it.” To quench today’s cravings, I visited Pizza La Nova, a nondescript spot in San Luis Obispo I chose after reading its outdoor sign advertising a cheap and massive calzone. The owner carried a lively conversation from entrance to exit, firing off questions about my trip repeatedly. He had a way of trying to understand my choice to venture on this kind of travel while admitting he would never do the same. I love these curiosity-based conversations. Polite interrogations that explore the meanings rather than the oddities of travelling on a bicycle. When I finished the final bite of the meant-for-two calzone, my energetic host wondered aloud how many calories I just consumed. Before I could feel guilty for my excessive eating, he circled back to my travels, “Well, that’s what happens when you ride over seventy miles. You earned every calorie, buddy.”