For those of you not familiar with what I am referencing, I'll give you a brief synopsis and you will surely understand what has happened to us the last day and a half:
Crater Lake on the PCT became an unexpected detour we arrived at TWICE while avoiding the treacherous snows that had hit both the Sierras and Oregon in '05. This is not a place the hikers spend a lot of extra time in. Understandably so, as the campsites are absurdly expensive and there isn't really anything to do. At all. Despite this, I believe the most collective zero days on our trip (besides maybe Seattle) were spent here. A combination of making new friends, getting sidetracked and losing momentum, and well, ok... getting drunk and not wanting to exert ourselves the following day turned into unplanned days of apparent laziness.
This time, however, I did get to fulfill one of my bike tour goals: find a movie theater playing Superbad and see it. Check! Hilarious. Now I can stop getting bummed when every single person I talk to who has seen it tells me I should too. I'm in the club. After getting to see some of the greatest insult rants I've laughed over in a while, I was well prepared for the scene of departing the theater, heading towards Sam to unlock him from the bike rack, and realizing that some fucking @#$#%$@!&*@! had locked his bike to the rack AND SAM. So I stood there and put the last 2 hours of cussing I had absorbed to use. (After walking home, then walking back hours later, Sam had been released... however I think he is still shaking the humiliation of being associated with a crackhead's mountain bike in the middle of downtown all night.)
Another interesting parallel to this Crater Lake phenomenon is our attempt at a longest day coming into close proximity to our lapse in movement. Like our legendary Mt. Jefferson to Mt. Hood day (40 miles... wha? wha?!), today as we depart SLO our final goal is Santa Barbara, some 100+ miles away.
So that is where I will leave you. Tina and I are geared up, bikes ready, and it is still a reasonably early hour for us to achieve our longest day of the spirit animal spandex tour.
After Big Sur turned out to be a cake walk (beautiful though! drive that some time... that means you!), I think we'll probably chew today up and spit it out.
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Why SAM? Did you get the 100m? I'm full of the interrogative today.
It is unbelievably hot here - 103F - on the autumnal equinox. Whew.
ummm... well, sam just came to me one day. it presented itself as the name of my wonderful bike. there is more to that... but it is too unbearably nerdy for me to post publicly. and yes... not only did we do the 100, but we did 111. 10 hours of riding with an hour break somewhere in the middle.
i was just talking about the ungodly heat/humidity that louisville can produce today. that is crazy! soooo glad i'm not riding in that kind of heat! love you papa!
Congratulations!
It's related to HAL somehow isn't it?
Love you, too, wonderful girl.
P.S. It was only 95F here yesterday (another record buster).
Amanda, Happy Birthday!!! Where are you today on your b-day? Are you and SAM and christinka all safe and sound? Hope you are able to celebrate today! Much love from Mom
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