Saturday, October 19, 2013
Leggett, CA to Westport, CA
30 LONG Miles
The average dog is a nicer person than the average person.
After backtracking 2.4 miles over what seems a major hill, we find ourselves back on route and, ready or not, a 1,000 foot climb over the 2,000 foot Leggett Hill, the highest point on the Pacific Coast Bicycle Route, awaits our sorry souls.
We reach the apex; we descend towards the coast.
Just when we felt the world was finally once again in our grasp, Rockport Hill, at 650 feet, reared its ugly head and up we go again. As we reach the Shoreline Highway, we also encounter what I remember about this coastline: dense bone chilling fog. I put on my hat and gloves for the first time. In the immortal words of Mark Twain, “The coldest winter I ever experienced was a summer in San Francisco.” We are still 180 miles north of San Francisco; I hope we will warm up before then.
Joe is sitting in front of an electric fireplace trying to warm up; this is after a hot cocoa break to warm his frozen fingers.
Westport is 250 souls, one market, no cell service(Joe does not know this yet), yes to wifi(if we go across the street to the market–it turns out unable to access for some reason), yes to a TV(though I can’t get a cable signal–so no TV) and lots of fog.
The market does have wine; I will see if a bottle of Merlot will make up for the lack of other, now basic, presumed amenities.