Loose Ends, California
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There she is, completely unmolested but dribbling oil on the ground in her dislike for being stowed.
While filling up the fuel, a pedestrian walking through the station pointed out that my front tire was completely flat. Having filled it up only a minute ago, I was quite curious as to why.
Yup, that'll chew a hole in a tube all right.
Sunset in a valley within Angeles forest, off of Route 2 as I hunt for a place to camp. With daylight burning quick, I was only granted a minute to watch.
Morning in an amazing campground all to myself. Likely a ranger would have been none too happy to find me here, but arriving after dark limited my options significantly. The creepy cabin down the road gave me a bad vibe, so I scouted how to get by the gates on foot in the dark. The only downside - coyotes playing on the field nearby at 3am!
Angeles forest was full of beautiful sights, including this vista from a few thousand feet. Taking a break to watch the clouds wash over the hills like water, the reason for being on the road renews itself in my mind. To think, after taking nearly a year off I had almost forgotten.
and this guy waved me down from a bar. After a night of hanging out, considering heading to a hostel or camp ground, I was riding around, we went out for a great ride and parted ways. Cheers!
"I race everything. It gets me in trouble, so that's why I have such a small bike. But I'll bet I'm faster than you."
One of my favorite signs encountered so far on the trip. On Route 1, just north of Big Sur.
The sunset sailing ride on the Adventure Cat was beatiful. This boat was tacking it's way through the incoming fog.
The Golden Gate Bridge, wrapped in fog.
Sunset on San Francisco Bay from the water, as the fog rolls in.
Heading back to the hostel after a walk about in San Francisco.
Last time I was here, I forgot to snap a picture of the cable cars. This time, before leaving I remembered to snap this shot.
A starry night, somewhere in NorCal....
Yes, coastal Southern California looks like this nearly every night.
The colors of California never cease to pique my interest.
A fallen Joshua Tree at night. I hiked about a mile from camp in the dark to find this.
Night time shots were my focus in this trip to Joshua Tree National Park.
My friends Michelle and Brian were heading to California from Texas, and I was killing time and spending Christmas in the park. We were going to meet up and ride through Central America together.
Greg, with his excellent van setup, shared camp with methe day before Christmas Eve. He had offered to show me some great camping down in Borrega Springs, and sometimes I wish I had taken him up on that.
The day after Christmas.
The night before, I had slipped and jammed my leg into a crevice, breaking my ankle in a few places. I spent all night in my tent awake, unable to sleep because of the pain.
In the mornning, a neighboring camper who was heading back to Santa Monica helped me get to the hospital. I left the bike, tent, all of my gear and everything at the campground.
So much for Central America.
