Not that anyone asked me, but I thought I'd take…
Still feeling pretty sore and bonk-y when we woke up at 5:50 am on Tuesday morning. Our early start was designed to help us avoid traffic on our biggest day of riding. We had four BIG hills (4,000 feet of climbing) to tackle in 70+ miles.
And by fog, I mean FOG. This fog was pea-soup thick, with only 50 foot visibility in places. We were quickly soaking wet. It was actually a blessing – fewer tourists swerving in their cars to take photos when you can’t see the ocean.
Once in the county, the hills disappeared and the sun came out. I love this stretch of coastline! Jackie proved her “Chizzle” nickname by setting at 18 mph+ pace all the way to the campground in San Simeon.