Monday Sept 17, 2012 Santa Cruz to Carmel Valley
Today was like 2 different days. We started out riding with Joe and Gary after a delicious breakfast at a place in Santa Cruz. By the way, breakfast requires sitting with like-minded cyclists on this ride. Some like to take their time getting to/ordering/eating breakfast. Others like to move it along. Today, the 4 of us moved it along, big time. I have to admit to a guilty pleasure today – French Toast. And bacon! Anyway, once we got going, it was cloudy and quite cool. The first 30 miles or so went along roads that were winding through farm fields. We saw strawberries, asparagus, avocado, kiwi, leaf lettuce, and artichoke plants. At certain points you could actually smell the plants even before you saw them.
|Who wants berries?|
|Still picked by hand.|
Mark and I found a place in Fisherman's Wharf to have a quiet lunch, just the two of us. We ate outside, watched the busy harbour, watched the pelicans and seals, and kept an eye on our bikes too. It was just what the doctor ordered on a 72 mile day. Clam chowder, and a wedge salad was shared between us. Very tasty. After eating we rode through the rest of Monterey, including Cannery Row, the inspiration for the Steinbeck novel "Cannery Row". Coincidence??
|Me at Fisherman's Wharf, Monterey|
|Me outside the clubhouse at Pebble Beach|
|Mark and I by the 250 yr old Cypress Tree|
After exiting 17 mile drive at the Carmel gate, we climbed through the town of Carmel but we didn't stop. I wanted to, but we still had 20 more miles in front of us. I'm not sure I mentioned this, but we are definitely coming back here, so we will spend some time in Carmel as well. As we were climbing (yes, climbing again) we passed this sign:
|Is this a hint?|
Oh, I forgot to mention that Mark went in the swimming pool here at the hotel. This is noteworthy, because he refers to himself as a "candy ass" when it comes to water temperature. He claims he won't go into any body of water that isn't heated to a comfortable Jewish temperature (85 degrees+). He makes me keep our pool at 85 degrees and the pool here was only about 70 degrees. I'm amazed at how my husband can ride across the country and ride down the coast of Oregon and California but doesn't want to swim in less than 85 degree water. Anyway, today was a complete case of sensory overload and now I am too tired to even type anymore. 8:36PM local time. Lights out!