Good evening everyone. We hope you are all doing well. We're as perfect as can be here in Yosemite Valley, enjoying the fantastic scenery, sandals on our feet and cold drinks in hand. We stayed true to our pledge this morning, and awoke just after 3 am to pack up our gear and hit the road well before sunrise. We stalled a bit, eating some granola and drinking the vital fluids while waiting for it to get light enough to safely ride. We departed Mariposa at just after 5. It was already 75 degrees outside, but that was a hell of a lot better than the 110 it was yesterday! We tackled the 4 mile Midpines Summit hill right off the bat. No problem, but we were both a bit drowsy to begin the day. Once we crested the hill, the temperature dropped significantly, and we descended rapidly to our morning breakfast stop, The Yosemite Bug Hostel. Following breakfast, we were treated to an awesome descent that led us to the Merced River. We followed the banks of the Merced the remaining 30 miles into the Valley, dealing with gradual uphills mixed in with some rather steep descents. It was in the mid 90's during the afternoon, but the nearby river gave us ample opportunities to take worthwhile breaks and cool off. What a welcome sight it was to see majestic Bridalveil Falls as we rounded our final corner into Yosemite Valley! We were exhausted as we parked our bikes at the trailhead to Bridalveil Vista Point. But of course that didn't stop us from trekking up to the pools at the base of the falls to enjoy a well-deserved swim. Finishing a trip like this is of course very exciting for us and rewarding, but also a little sad. Over the past week and a half, we have become accustomed to seeing unique and beautiful scenery everyday, meeting great people in each new town, and looking forward to the varying challenges that touring on a bicycle provides. As crazy as this may sound, we'll almost feel sorry for our bikes tomorrow, for as we are off galavanting around Yosemite, they will sit at Sunnyside (Camp 4) Campground, collecting dust. Unless we decide to do a quick (not so quick, actually) ride to the top of Glacier Point tomorrow, it might be a while before the 24-speed GT Forces get on the road again. But hey, thats all the more incentive to start pourin' over the maps when I return home, in anticipation of finding an even more beautiful, scenic and challenging route for the next trip. Don't hesitate to write or call me if any of you want to be a part of it!

A couple closing thank-you's are in order. First of all, I must thank Danny Rukasin for being a terrific cycling partner. When you're cycling through incredbily natural beauty daily, it's great to be able to ride with someone who appreciates it as much as you do. And when the going gets tough and the hills seems to go on forever, the heat doesn't let up, and the winds are in your face, you want to be riding with someone who has the drive to get through it all, which Ruk certainly did. Many thanks go out to Mark Marcoux (www.mhmdigital.com ) a superbly talented web-designer who so generously lent his time to creating such a wonderful companion site (www.biking4books.com) to our trip. Thanks to Zac Bell for helping out with the website as well. Thanks in advance to Danny Kashper and Felipe Padilla for coming up to Yosemite tomorrow to spend the 4th with us. And finally, a big thank you goes out to all the great folks we met on the trip, who provided us with great route advice, cold drinks when they were needed most, great meals in the camgrounds, offers to drive us over an approaching hill (all declined, of course!), and great stories of their lives and their hometowns that will make this great trip especially memorable.

Well, that about wraps things up. When I return to Santa Monica, I will be developing and scanning the rolls of film I shot on this trip, so check bikng4books.com in the next couple weeks for some new photographs.
Hope to hear from you all soon!
-Darren

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Mysterious, Magical Mariposa
Mysterious? Not really. Magical? Not really. Hot as a typical day in hell with the thermostat on HIGH HEAT while wearing a well-insulated North Face parka with those cool heat packs in the pockets, all the while sitting under an industrial strength heat lamp next to a roaring fire? Most definitely! Well, we awoke just before 5 this morning in Merced, hit up the local Carrow's, enjoying their fine french toast, bacon, home fries, and eggs that could have been fried out in the parking lot. We left Carrow's and were on the road by 7:30. 8 miles into it, we stopped at the small town of Planada to fill up our water bottles. It was 8:30, and already 90 degrees. By 10 am it was 100, and we were climbing...slowly and laboriously. We were thrilled when we saw Cathey's Valley in the distance, a great rest stop on the 140 with a beloved air-conditioned restaurant and bottomless ice-tea. While chatting with the Cathey's Valley locals over lunch, we learned that we had more hills to tackle before reaching Mariposa, 10 miles in the distance. We took our sweet time at Cathey's, drinkin' plenty of water during our nearly 3 hour hiatus. When we finally left, the temp was 110....brutal. But throughout the day we played it real safe, stopping at points every quarter mile for plenty of wate! r and rest time under the shade of the roadside trees. When the going got real tough, we simply walked our bikes over the hills, prompting a kind passerby to nearly insist that we put our bikes and gear in his truck for a quick ride to Mariposa. It took some time, but we convinced him we'd be fine, which of course we were, and he took off. 5 miles from Mariposa, we stopped at Yosemite Rocks and Gifts, a small roadside store owned and cared for by John Carney, who spends most of the year as a P.E teacher in Costa Mesa. We relaxed under the porch of his store-side home, treated fabulously by him and his friends to ice-cold soda and grapes. We declined their generous offer to have dinner there, and departed after 2 hours or so of chit-chatting. We arrived in Maripsa by 6, found a nice motel to rest our weary heads, enjoyed a good meal at the Red Fox Restaurant, and are ready to get our 5 hours sleep. The plan is to wake at 3am, be on the road at the first crack of dawn, and hit up dem hills before the sun starts a fryin' us. The end of our great trip is near. The El Portal entrance to Yosemite National Park is only 36 miles from here, and our trip's conclusion in Yosemite Valley is a mere 42 miles away. We're both really excited to enter the valley under our own power; marveling at the great scenery we've been looking forward to since leaving for the Park last Saturday in Santa Monica. We'll, that's it for tonight. Talk to you all tomorrow. -Darren and Danny
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Magical, Mysterious Merced
That's the shittiest alliteration I've ever come up with, considering that Merced is nice enough, although there's nothing magical or mysterious about it. The heat hath robbed me of my alliterative creativity. Sorry folks. It was hot today. Really hot. But we knew that would be the case, so we awoke at 4:30 am this mornin from Casa de Frutas, dined at the 24 hour restaurant for breakfast, and we were on the road before 7, ready to tackle the Diablos before the heat intensified. Pacoche Pass marked the summit of the climb. It was a bit steep and a 5 mile continuous climb, but we handled it well, and descended to the San Luis Resevoir, where we stopped at the visitor's center to get some cool water and a snack. Following our break, we encountered a 2 mile long grasshopper infestation which was truly nasty, and then a nice descent to Santa Nella, where Route 152 and Route 33 converge with the 5. It's basically a small town revolvng around a truck stop, but it serves it's purpose well, and we took a break there for lunch at the TA Travel Center. By the time we finished our meal and topped off our water bottles, it was noon, and DAMN hot. We headed north on the shoulderless 33 for 11 miles, till we reached Gustine, a quaint town ! of 4,000 in the San Juaquin Valley. Once we departed Gustine, we were faced with a 31 mile ride on Route 140 (the last road we'll be traveling on, it goes right into Yosemite Valley) to our day's destination of Merced. It's flat as can be and the winds weren't against us, but it was just sooooo hot. We stopped for some cool watermelon from a local fruit stand halfway home to Merced, chatted with the owner about farming and life in the SJV for a while, and enjoyed a brief respite from the triple digit temps. We arrived in Merced at around 6, weary from the long day on the road, but really pleased that we accomplished the day's goal. Hopefully, we'll get a great rest tonight, and be fresh for the ride and climb to Mariposa tomorrow. Have a great night everyone. -darren and danny
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The Hills Are Alive, With the Sound of Musak
So long Pacific Ocean! It's been a good ride on your eastern shores. After awaking at 7, dining at delicious Denny's for breakfast, and on the road a bit before 10, we departed our week long friend, Route 1, and headed east past Monterey, through Seaside, Marina, an abandoned coastal Army Base, and into Prunedale, 21 miles into our day's ride, where we atopped for a hearty lunch. Following our meal, we were forced onto Highway 101 for 10 miles, a hideous and dangerous stretch of road I'd rather not cycle again any time soon. Before we knew it, thanks to a rare swift tailwind, we were descending into the San Juan Valley, stopping only to steal some garlic from a roadside farm. We arrived in the farming community of Hollister, pausing for a couple hours at the laundrymat to do a BADLY needed wash. We discussed our next day's ride over fresh tortillas from the local bakery while our clothes were a cleanin', and by 6pm, we were off on the road again, cruising on Route 156 East. Our original plan was to enjoy an easy day of cycling and spend the night in Hollister, but we decided to trek on and head to Casa de Fruta, a fruit stand turned mini Wall Drug (for those of you who haven't been to or heard of Wall Drug, it's a tourist mecca in South Dakota that features a restaurant, motel, petting zoo, free all you can drink ice-water (their worldwide claim to fame) a wax museum, gifts shops galore, and tons of useless tourist oriented garbage strewned along an entire city block). Casa de Fruta, at the foothills of the Diablo Range, features a fruit stand (truly an amazing market that features every type of dried fruit, nuts, pluots, plumcots, and candied fruits and nuts imaginable, all avaiable for sampling and noshing, of course) that opened in 1907, a zoo, a mini train station, a winery, a glorious gift shop, and a 24-hour restaurant, which is great cause we plan on getting a real early head start on the heat and hills tomorrow, and where I sit and write to you now, suffering from writer's block due to persistant supermarket-style musak playing in the background. I hope everyone has a great night and a relaxing Sunday, and be sure to write soon. -Darren and Danny
p.s. no cell phone service tonite
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Norte del Sur
Ay Caramba! How quickly things changed since we last spoke. It was shaping up to be a blissful day of riding as we stopped to dine at Nepenthe. Folowing our meal and an extended after-lunch lounging period, we headed down a steep grade, descending 1000 feet into the town of Big Sur. Things were going smoothly, as we cycled over moderate, rolling hills; past Pfeiffer-Big Sur State Park and Andrew Molera State Park. When we hit Pt. Sur after 10 miles of inland riding, the wind was as fierce as ever. Stiff crosswinds and headwinds made riding hellishly difficult, and when we rounded a corner near the famous lighthouse, we saw a monster of a climb, with the aptly named Hurricane Point at the summit. I wasn't to keen on climbing the hill in that wind; if it suddenly changed direction we could be blown off the bike. So we waited at the foot of it for about 20 minutes, hoping it would subside. After sensing that it wasn't going to let up anytime soon (our senses were right), we took off towards the top without incident. Past Hurrican Point, we descended several hundred feet, then rode across the famous arched Bixby Bridge, a beautiful historic monument built in 1932. Then it was up and over one more large hill, and that signified the end of our Big Sur Tour. The day was by no means over though, and as the winds were getting more intense by the minute, we were getting increasingly hungry and tired from our long day. We stopped often for water and to pillage the leftover sausage, eggs and potatos that I had stashed in my bag from this morning. By 6, Danny and I both decided that we were deserving of a motel, so we set our sights on Carmel Highlands. I don't know why we even bothered cycling up the steep driveway to the reservation office of the Ocean View Hyatt Resort upon our arrival in the Highlands, but our exhaustion eclipsed our better judgement(monetarily speaking). While Danny entered the palace to discuss rates, I observed a silver Jaguar roll up to the valet kiosk, and as Richard and Dick exhited their vehicle, cashmere sweaters uniformly draped around their neck, engaged in conversation to the effect of, "So there, did you hear that Richy shot a 34 on the front nine at Pebble this morning Dick, before his mid-afternoon private Pilates session?", I knew the rates would be a bit beyond our price range.....We descended the driveway in shame, and continued on, at the price conscious valet's suggestion, to the main city of Carmel, where we pulled into a Best Western. More befitting of a cyclist's budget you exclaim? Hardly. At $180 a night, I'd rather sleep at the bus station. So, we continued on to Monterey, greeted by a 2.5 mile uphill upon exiting the "Best" Western. We limped into Monterey, concluding a 58 mile TOUGH ride, but we found an affordable, clean motel in town, and I write to you from Great Wall Restaurant a mile walk from Steinbeck's Motel. The food is great and filling, and we're fucking exhausted, so that'll do it for tonight folks. Have a great one, and be sure to write! ! -Danny and Darren
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Northward to Nourishing Nepenthe
Salutations to you and yours on this fine day. Here we rest our road-weary laurels at the invigorating eatery that is Nepenthe. Located just off Route 1 with spectacular views of the Pacific, it is famous throughout the region for its Ambrosia Burgers, which I could not pass up. Indeed they were fabulous, not up to par with a tasty burrito, mouth watering fajitas, or carnal carne asada, but fabulous nontheless. OH! I forgot to tell you folks about last night...Y'all almost didn't get an email report, and think of the chaos that would have spread if that had happened. So, I write up the report on the beach like I told you, and alas, there is no phone to be found at Limekiln Campground. No cell phone service either, so we can't even call our families. So I knock on the door of the Park Ranger's humble abode, who tells me that I cannot use her phone to even make a toll-free call. Hmmm....so we conteplate walking northward on Route 1 the 2 miles to Lucia, but that doesn't sound like too sound an idea. Then we contemplate hitch-hiking, and abandon that plan. Then we finally ask our camp neighbors, a family from Visalia, if they'd drive us up to Lucia so we can send our report on its virtual way. John from Visalia was more than happy to help, and upon sending our report, he offered to let us cyclists join him and his family for breakfast this morning. We accepted of course (free meal and good company?? We'd be crazy not to!) and this morning we enjoyed a feast of tortillas, bacon, Armenian sausage, potatos, juices, fruits, and a plethora of other fine delicacies. Following breakfast and a group photograph with our new extended camping family, we departed for the hills once more. The clouds lifted by 10, and we ascended above the coastal fog layer by 11:30 to marvel at some extraodinary views. Now, after consulting our map that outlines today's remaining ride to Monterey, we'll be on the road again. Talk to you tonight! -darren and danny
p.s. (An abbreviated alternate version of this journal follows) Yo Yo Yo my cyber-homeys. We be gettin' our grubs on at dat swanky foods place with dis BOMB ASS viggidy view up in here. We be lookin' at dis big blue wata thang, and deez big rocks be all up in the wata's face, know what I be sayin dogg? On the realz though, deez Stella's Jayz (a neighborhing, yet ornately adorned sub-species of the similarly hued Blue Jay) that be all blue and shiz be jackin' our eats when we ain't eyein dem, and that be TIGHT! But dig dis....we be outey fiz-nive 'bout now. We gots to skidaddle to Monterey befo the sun gets its set on...Lata foos.
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If you haven't traveled on Route 1 between San Simeon and Monterey, be it in a car or bicycle, be sure to do it at some point in the future. Well, enough with the California Tourism pitches, but once you take the time to see this stretch of Pacific coastline, u won't regret it. Today, Danny and I departed San Simeon State Beach, and headed north on Route 1.....for two miles......till we stopped for our planned breakfast in the lil' tourist town of San Simeon. After our nourishing pancakes, bacon, eggs, sausage and more, we continued north, keeping an eye on the HUGE wall of clouds that wrapped itself around the mountainous coastline. As we approached it, we were greeted by increasingly rolling hills, cold and wet air, and a chilly headwind. I was afraid that these conditions were going to persist all day, but just before we hit the town of Ragged Point, the clouds lifted and the scenery that unfolded was truly spectacular. Fifteen feet to our left the Pacific Ocean crashed onto the rocky cliffs 1000 feet below. To our immediate right, the coastal range climbed steeply skyward for at least another 2000 feet. Although the winds were blowing hard at times, it hardly affected our climbing, and we marveled at the cloud formations that would change by the second; at one instant enveloping us, at another clearing our path and allowing us to see distance peaks lying miles to the north. We had several long climbs today, but they seemed as easy as ever. The incredible scenery prompted us to take many breaks at the numerous vista points...and then gave us the motivation to climb on, in anticipation of seeing what lies around the next switchback. Despite the warnings we've heard from several people on the trip (and some of you safety-minded folks as well), our Big Sur cycling experience up to this point has been most pleasurable and especially safe. Although there is little or no shoulder most of the way, the cars give us plenty room to maneuver, and traffic seems to be considerably light as well, which is an added plus. Cruising along 30 miles into the day, we stopped at the town of Gorda, the Grandest of all Price Gougers. True enough, they only enjoy a brisk business 3 months out of the year, but $17 bucks for a sandwich at the local restaurant??? $2.50 for a simple cup of coffee??? $6.50 to use their restroom to take a fucking piss???...Ok, now I'm exaggerating, but you get my point. Unfortunately, our set campground for the evening has no food services, so we were forced to empty our wallets at the Thieving Tourist Trappers. But we got over it quick enough, and returned to our trusty Route 1, enjoying a fine downhill here, a lil' climbing there, some coasting here, a brisk gust there, a yell of support from a motorist there, and before we knew it, we were pitchin' the tent. Lime Kiln State Park is the most beautiful state park I've ever seen. Right off Route 1, just before the town of Lucia (Gorda #2, rumor has it....I'll let ya know tomorrow) it is nestled in between two coastal mountains, with a freshwater stream cascading down the middle. The stream meanders its way through the park, finally spilling out into the Pacific Ocean, where I sit and write this to you, watching an awesome sunset, Danny plucking pieces of jade from the colorful sands, and a fisherman o'er there to my right, reeling in tasty perch from the cliffside waters. Have a great night everyone, and be sure to keep those emails coming!
-darren and danny
p.s. no cell phone service tonight, so I apologize if you've tried to reach us and can't
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Splendour Spawns Six Score (Sans Sixty) Cycling Session to Seaside San Simeon
Good evening folks! I'm glad you found your way to the website, and I hope you'll return to it in the near future to take a look at further journals from future trips, as well as photographs that I will be scanning and uploading shortly from this current trip. And if you haven't already done so, please sign the guestbook as well, so we can keep in touch with y'all. Of course, feedback on the site is always welcome too! But let's get back to bidnez, shall we? Today we rode sixty miles (six-score sans sixty of course) from Pismo Beach to San Simeon. Getting a nice early start from Pismo State Park Campground at Oceano, we were out by 8, at the Station Grill shortly thereafter, and on the road by 9. A clear and windless day greeted us on Route 1, and 20 miles later we made our first stop in Baywood Park to grab a bite to eat. Once our stomachs were a' satiated, we met up with our old friend Route 1 again, and arrived at the turnoff for Morro Bay State Park. Of course we could have bypassed it in favor of a more direct route up the coast, but hey, this trip ain't designed to breeze by all the sweet sights without stoppin' to enjoy them, so we took the scenic detour route, and enjoyed a relaxing 5 mile stretch of road; past Morro Rock and into the city of Morro Bay itself. We took some time there to stroll down Main St. and persue the local trinkety shops. A brief stop at the local library paid dividends, for we were able to photocopy a few key section of "Cycling the Pacific Coast" which outlined a great route to Monterey, before we start our trek east and over the Diablo Range. Upon our departure from Morro Bay, our faithful Route 1 took us into the tourist-oriented town of Cayucos, where we stopped for ice-cream. My increasing lack of tolerance for milk reminded me that ice-cream was not the wisest of afternoon snack options, for as Danny propelled himself the 16 miles past Harmony (population 18) to the town of Cambria at a great pace, I was dealing with propulsion of a rather different sort (if you catch my foul > > drift), making that stretch of road a trying one indeed. Yet once past Cambria, my gastric dilemna improved considerably, and the remaining 7 miles to San Simeon were blissful and flatulence free....(i'm wondering now why I shared that lowlight with you all....oh well) Anyhow, we rode by San Simeon State Park, our sleeping quarters for the evening, and cycled 2 miles to the town of San Simeon, where we just finished a great dinner of Spagetti n' meatballs, and Turkey and mashed taters. Tomorrow, we begin our ride through the gorgeous Big Sur area. Stay tuned now, won't you? -darren and danny
p.s. Cell phone will be on tonite from 8-11 pm if y'all wanna call (818) 261-2101
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Pismo Porridge & Pocketmail Proxy n' Protocol Problems
Good morning folks. As we dine on breakfast burritos and cinnamon rolls at Amtrak station's Station Grill before our continuing ride up the coast, I remember to write to y'all with a favor. My pathetic plea and guilt trip I laid on you last night to get you to write to us worked like a charm; I awoke to myriad emails from friends, family, well-wishers, biking4books.com groupies, etc. this morning. We use this clever little contraption known as pocketmail™ to send and receive our mail while on the road. You call an "800" number, put the pocketmail device up to the phone, and wait for all the squeeks and squawks to be translated by this wondrous machine into readible replies. The longer the emails, the longer I stand at the payphone, and the colder my delicious cinnamon roll gets as it sits neglected at the Station Grill. So, without drawing this out any further than I already have, please write as much as you want, BUT, please DON'T include my original message in your email! when you reply to me. Thanks y'all, and keep dem emails a comin' -darren & danny Biking4books.com! Portal to the stars, and your one stop web shop for all your cycling needs!
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Purusing the Placid, Peaceful, Photogenic Pacific Pacific at Pismo
Yo Yo! What's happenin' my virtual correspondences (few of you actually fulfill your corresponding duties, I must lament) All bitching aside, we awoke at 5:30 this mornin' to light drizzle at River Park Campground. We hastily arose from our slumber to cover all our gear, and our exposed tent. By 6:30 the rain had subsided, and we slept in till 8 (this time awaken by a hilariously pathetic rooster who couldn't quite finish his Cock-a-doodle-doo routine...I can't really explain it in email so trust me), packed up our gear by 9, and headed back to the lovely Lanes of Lompoc to enjoy a blissful breakfast (plus a side order of a Turkey Club to go, just in case food is a lackin'). We dilly-dallied at the Lanes for a while, and didn't get on the bikes till 10:30. Headwinds greeted us upon our departure of course, but we cut through it, and by noon we were riding through Vandenberg Air Force Base at a good clip, easily flying by the lagging Stealths and Tomcats trying to outrace us. A! fter being detained by Air Force personnel for a brief while (questioning us at length as to our secrets for obtaining such tremendous speeds) we departed the base, and arrived in the town of Orcutt by 2:30. A fine lunch was had at the local Mexican Cantina; steak fajitas for me, chicken fajitas for Danny. By 3:30 we were on our way again, fighting the strongest winds of the trip to reach the city of Guadeloupe by 4:30. We settled into a good rhythm after that, and by 6:00 we were in the beautiful town of Pismo Beach. We found an awesome campground just steps away from the Dunes and the Ocean, all for a mere $2 (it pays to be a hiker/biker and avoid the hefty car costs), set up camp, took a stroll on the beach, saw an amazing sunset, dined at the only open restaurant, where I got the chicken fajitas and Danny opted for the steak, and now we're being kicked out of that very eatery, so I must depart....Have a great night folks, and I look forward to hearing from you soon! -Darren and Danny
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Laboriously Laboring to the Lovely Lanes o' Lompoc
Good evening folks. We write to you here from the local bowling alley (lanes) here in Lompoc, at the junction of Routes 101 and SR 246. Today's ride featured the usual headwinds, hills, and heat, but another debilitating "H" was thrown into the mix. Hunger got the best of us today, but we have no one to blame but ourselves (and more specifically me). Our destination of Lompoc was set this morning; looking over our California map while eatin' a tasty breakfast at the Cajun Cafe, we spotted the "town" of Gaviota, some 25 miles from Santa Barbara. We figured we'd stop there for lunch after tackling the moderate hills of the 101. However, I should have remembered my Wyoming and South Dakota barren cycling days of last summer, and asked the locals exactly what type of town Gaviota was. Turns out, it ain't shit (sorry to offend the native Gaviotians receiving this email); not a restaurant or soul in sight. So, we hoped and prayed there'd at least be a vending machine at the rest stop (at the split of Route 101 and Route 1). No such luck, so I asked a friendly enough looking elderly couple if I could purchase a couple pieces of bread or a snack from them. I saw into their well-stocked VW Westphalia, so I didn't think they'd mind giving a starving cyclist some grub. Upon asking for a morsel, the pathetically stingy old curmogeon looked at me blankly, then muttered, "but we just divided up our entrees." I sarcastically thanked him for his generosity, and as he slammed his jalopy wagon door shut in my face, we left for the hills in disgust. Next up was a steep 2 mile hill on Route 1, followed by 18 miles of near continuous descent to Lompoc. Yet, constant headwind (this must be getting familiar) and no fuel in the tanks made it especially tough. But, we arrived in Lompoc (a sister city to Locarno, Switzerland and Cheyenne, Wyoming, in case you cared) by 5, found our way to the nearest eatery, got our grub on, and headed to the River Valley Campground on SR246. For a mere $4, we get the whole hiker/biker area to our stanky selves...Now we sit at the Lompoc Lanes, dining on some Club and Tri-Tip sandwiches, respectively, ready to start it all up again tomorrow....spare food in the trailer of course. -Darren and Danny
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