Elevation gained: 1,191 ft/Miles 43/Total Miles: 3,319/ Total Fast Food: 20
I lounged around this morning enjoying my campsite. I’ve camped at Pfeiffer before, but it has always been during the summer when every campsite is filled and noisy. Given that it is still May and a weekday, the park was only half full. Because it was dark when I arrived, I wasn’t able to fully appreciate the beauty of where I slept. Surrounded by towering redwoods with a carpet of oxalis and bordered by a fast moving stream, it was secluded, quiet and peaceful. Just what I needed after yesterday’s ride. I ate a leisurely breakfast and read a book with only the stellar jays as a distraction.
The wind continued again today, but it was not as forceful permitting me to enjoy the countryside in this area of Big Sur. At times, I felt as if I were riding through Christina’s World, the famous painting by Wyeth with its long flowing grasses and old wooden buildings. While I was stopped and enjoying the view, a southbound touring cyclist pulled over to my side of the road. John is from Canada. Even if he didn’t mention this, you would know it by his modest, friendly demeanor and the occasional “eh” in his conversation. At the age of 47, he pulled the plug and quit his job, sold his possessions and is now riding from British Columbia down into South America. We could have talked all day there on the roadside; however, I was still bucking the headwinds and I wanted to make progress before they worsen in the afternoon. We exchanged contact information and headed off.
The remainder of the afternoon was spent riding through Carmel, Monterey, Seaside and into Marina. As I don’t have a detailed map and Hwy 1 does not permit cyclists in this area, I generally just headed west on surface streets bouncing around like a ball in a pachinko machine until I found myself in Marina.