We left Port Townsend around 8 in the morning to get a good start on our day. The first bit was no big deal- trail riding. Although, I experience my first puncture and learned how to change a flat! Then there is a bit of cycling on the SR 20 which is sketchy as hell. Big logger trucks, RVs, and cars all whizz by sending you off-kilter with the wind drag from their vehicles. The shoulder is small in some parts which makes it even more unnerving. All in all- the section of road by Big Sur was scarier. We finally arrived at our stay for the night- this dude Lonnie who is a WS and couchsurfing host- and had loads of great reviews. He is a nice old fella, but his grounds weren't the cleanest. Cristina got freaked out by the flies in the loo and the maggots in the kitchen... The compostable toilet was housed in shed along with the shower...which made for a nasty smelling shower and a heckuva lot of flies in there. We slept in one of Lonnie's "cabins" which was really a shed with a bed in it. It was nice to be out of the rain but there was hardly any ventilation in there. We slept in the next morning but got ourselves together fast to hit the road. I had messaged a WS host in Port Angeles to see if we could stay the night and he responded "YES". Port Angeles was only twelve miles uphill... While we were riding on the trail, it started raining... Cristina skidded across the path... We were already going downhill, (we later checked and I clocked in at 28 mph on the Garmin)... I slammed my very effective disc brakes, came to a halting stop, flew over my bike, bounced on the ground and tumbled. It was a crazy accident, but somehow I made it out with only a scratch and a bruised up right leg and thigh. Phew.
Hi, I'm Reverend J, a queer+ sober wanderer, activist, writer and ordained minister.