A Few Pictures

In and Out Burger. Meh.


Paul knows. Dr. Pepper is where it's at.


Waiting for another man in his 60s to ask us about oil leaks.


The famous secret camping spot in Malibu.


Don't tell anyone about it.


Tough road to get down on street bikes. Oops.










We got both hammocks into one tree, and aligned with the view from the road. Low profile. And bunk beds!




Not a bad spot.






The next day we stopped for breakfast in Santa Barbara. That's where one of my favorite shows, Psych, takes place. As soon as we got off the bikes, this guy and his dog were ready to chat us up. He's a volleyball coach.


Breakfast!


Glad palm trees are back.




Lookin' good, Santa Barbara!




A pier so big, you can bring your Cadillac on it.


New sticker. I really liked Santa Barbara!


The next day, Route 1, the PCH, was closed due to land slides. It took a serious detour, maybe 100 extra miles, to get around. But it turned out to be the nicest detour I've ever seen. More on that in a coming video post.








Eventually, after a long day of riding up the coast and a little inland too, we made it to our destination, Big Sur. It's like Endor! Trees as wide as dinner tables! It was great.


Good morning, Paul.




It got very cold over night.


Onward! Heading out of Big Sur, we hit the PCH. It was mostly intact and looking good!


See? Nice, huh?




Later in the trip to San Fransisco, it rained and it was cold all day. Still, it was a fine day and a fine ride. Now we're in our old friend Priscilla's place in the city and enjoying some much needed relaxation time with Seinfeld on the DVR.