Day 167 - 16th November, Humboldt Redwoods State Park, 11.46 miles

Dnesok sme stravili prieskumom Humboldtovho Parku, bolo to zaroven take vencenie bicyklov, kedze tu nebolo nejake obzvlast vhodne miesto, kde by sme ich mohli nechat a zaroven pocasie sa od rana pomaly ale isto zhorsovalo. Takze sme trochu posilovali aj svoje ruky pri tlaceni nasich nalozenych tatosov. Hned z rana sme narazili na uzasnu obrovsku sekvoju s paradnou dutinou, kde by sme sa pohodlne zmestili aj nalezato, spolu aj so vsetkymi svojimi baglami. Chvilu sme nad tym rozmyslali a potom si povedali, ze ved preco nie... o miesto na noclah sme tym padom mali postarane. Potom sme si namahali krk zaklananim hlavy a snaziac sa dohliadnut vrcholky sekvoji, tyciace sa viac ako 100 metrov nad zemou a stracajucich sa v hmle. Hej, celkom sa zohmlilo a zacalo mrholit, potom trocha prsat, ale nie nadlho. Tlacili sme svoje 70 kg bajky po turistickom chodniku, klukatiacom sa lesom, obcas nam kopceky davali celkom zabrat a na zaver sme museli prebrodit potok a zdolat asi 5 metrov kolmu stenu brehu, kde boli iba vysekane schody. Tak sme sa trochu zahrali aj na nosicov :-). Pri prechode cez Rockefellerov okruh, s nadhernymi sekvojami, ale uz po tme sme nadabili na nejaku malu zenusku, sediacu pod sekvojou v hlbokej meditacii, v tej tme to posobilo zaujimavo. My sme si isli zameditovat do nasej dutej sekvoje. Celkom zaujimavy pocit spat v tisicrocnom strome. Spalo sa v nom vyborne.

Today we spent between magnificent redwoods, more hiking than biking. We found amazing tree with huge hollow, nearly perfectly round on the bottom and nice flat. Immediately we knew that this will be our next campingplace. Rest of the day we hiked between this, more than 300 feet high trees. It was raining a little bit and it was foggy, so we nearly didn't meet any people. Because there wasn't any good place where to leave our bikes we walked with them. It was quite funny, until the trail started to go uphill. Then there was one place where we had to wade through a creek (because it was already after season and the bridge was removed away) and pushed our bikes up onto very steep and high bank. Last part of the trail we did in the night, under one of the redwoods in the Rockefeller circle (part of park with the biggest trees) we met some woman in a deep meditation. Our own meditation/sleepingplace was in our perfect hollow tree, which we found in the morning, sleeping in the tree, I think that this was the first time. We really enjoyed it.

Day 166 - 15th November, Scotia - Pepperwood - Humboldt Redwoods State Park, 25.04 miles

Dnes sme opustili podivuhodnu Scotiu a vyrazili na slnkom zaliatu "freeway", ale iba na chvilu, bo coskoro sme sa napojili na Aveniu of the Giants, co je cesta veduca relativne zachovalym pasom prastarych redwoodsov, sice iba uzky pas kopirujuci 101tku, ale aspon nieco. Cesta to bola pekna, pomedzi relative velikanske redwoodsi, ziadna premavka, krasne zjazdy, nevelmi strme kopce. Moznosti kulturneho (materialistickeho) vyzitia v miestnom megasuvenirshope, moznost pokochat sa pohladom na "nesmrtelny" strom, ktory prezil jednu z najvacsich povodni co tu pamataju, poziare a dokonca aj drevorubacske sekery, taktiez moznost urobit nejake sibnute foto v dutom kmeni jedneho z padlych velikanov.
S Brook sme sa rozlucili pri Humboldt Redwoods State Park, ona bohuzial musela upalovat do San Francisca, kde jej za 9 dni odlieta lietadlo domov (New Jersey). Ale bolo to zaroven lucenie aj vitanie, lebo sme tu stretli dalsich dvoch bajkerov z Kanady. Kiri a Chris (?) boli z Montreolu a isli z Vancouveru do San Francisca. Celkom vyborni hippici, Chris mal "cyklotasky" vyrobene z plastovych kyblov na macacie zradlo, celkom genialna myslieka, je to velmi jedoduche, lacne, dokonale nepremokave a dost odolne. Kedze tiez tahali na San Francisco (tiez Chrisovi letelo lietadlo), Brook sa pridala k nim a tak tahali spolu. Ale aj tak to bolo celkom tazke lucenie, s Brook sme sa stali celkom dobrymi kamaratmi za tie dva dni, hlavne Basku to celkom zobralo.
Ale trochu pomohlo ked sme sa vnorili do Humboldtovho Redwoods parku, tu tiez ostalo nieco z tych 5% povodnych redwo odsov, ktore nepadli na obet sekeram a pilam a to co tu ostalo su tie najvyssie stromy na svete. Kym padla tma, trochu sme si to tu poobzerali a potom prespali v opustenom "environmentalnom" kempe, co znamenalo, ze tu bolo miesto na stany, stol s lavicami a hlavne box na jedlo.

Today we left Scotia and its weird people and enjoyed the biking on nearly empty freeway. But very soon we left 101 and went through Aveniu of the Giants, which was nice stripe of the Redwoods, which still left here. With beautiful trees, gentle slopes and nice downhill ride. For more materialistic oriented people there was gigantic souvenirs shop, right next to "Immortal Tree", huge redwood which survived fires, at least one of the biggest floods, which white man remember and also, miraculously, loggers (loggerheads :-)). There was also oportuity to take some goofy pictures inside of hollow trunk of the one of fallen gigants.
Near Humboldt Redwoods State Park we had to say goodbye to Brook, we would like to visit this park, with the tallest redwoods in the world (a piece of that 5% of old grown redwoods, which still left untouched). Brook had to go to San Francisco, the rest of her trip was carefully planned, in 9 days she is flying back home to New Jersey. So, it was a sad moment for us to split up, but before we did it we met another couple on the bikes, Kiri and her friend (sorry, I forgot the name), they were from Canada (Montreol) and they are also heading down to San Fran. This guys were really cool pair of hippies (I mean it in the good way). I liked their panniers, made from the cat food's boxes, it is really good idea, simple, durable, waterproof and cheap. Very soon we were talking like the old friends and Brook joined them for the rest of her trip, so she wasn't alone. After moment of sadness that we are alone again, we cheered up between amazing trees of Humboldt Redwoods State Park. For today we stayed in "closed", environmental camp and enjoyed beautiful calm evening.

Day 165 - 14th November, McKinleyville - Arcada - Eureka - Scotia, 53.66 miles

Michelle nám na rozlúčku pripravila kráľovské raňajky, jej pohostinnosť bola úžasná, boli sme za to nesmierne vďačný. Do najbližšieho mesta, Arcata, nás doviedla pekná cyklocesta, pomedzi farmy, kravy a pekne poza humná, takže žiadne autá nehrozili. Arcata bol splnený vegetariánsky, hipisácky, bohémsky sen, všetko iba malé lokálne, rodinné podniky, žiadne rýchle občerstvenia, všetko z organických fariem. Jedlo sme tu nekupovali tak neviem ako drahé ti bolo... Ale mali tu celkom dobrý cykloobchod, stále som mal menšie problémy so zadným kolesom. Poriadne ho skontrolovali a žiadnu vadu nenašli, ja som si myslel že je niečo v oske, potom ma upozornili na moje ošúpané pneumatiky, tak som kúpil nové a naozaj problém bol len v pneumatikách, škoda dúfal som, že USA dokončím ešte so starými. Arcata nad tiež prekvapila množstvom “dharmových“ tulákov, miestne námestíčko vyzeralo ako keby tu organizovali nejaký festival, ľudia tu sedeli pospolu, niektorí bubnovali, niektorí sa len tak povaľovali, vzduchom sa niesla vôňa omamného dymu... Tej už sme sa nezbavili, bolo ho cítiť v celej Kalifornii. Ďalšie mesto, ktorým sme len tak prefičali bola Euréka, zastavili sme sa tu len trochu niečo nakúpiť (tu už boli lacné obchody). Za Eurékou nás čakala 101, ktorá sa zmenila na naozajstné diaľničné monštrum. Najhoršie bolo, že sme museli križovať množstvo výjazdov z diaľnice, blížil sa už večer a veľa šoférov tu na západe ešte nepochopila, že svetlá ma to auto manuálne a treba trochu pohnúť rukou a zapnúť ich, takže blížiace sa autá sme občas ani nevideli, nehovoriac o tom, že sa aj tak hnali príliš rýchlo na to aby sme my s tým mohli niečo spraviť. Z diaľnice sme zišli v Scotii. Podivnom mestečku pod nadvládou miestnej obrovskej píly. Ľudia tu neboli veľmi prívetivý. Brook sa tu snažila vybaviť nocľah v miestnom kostole, ale odmietli ju. Na výhode nás ľudia bez problémov nechali prespať na záhrade, tu sme nepochodili ani na šiesty pokus. Nakoniec nám prastarý nočný strážnik poradil, že môžeme prespať na kúsku zeme nikoho pri diaľnici, ale že na severnom konci, bo na juhu sa teraz potuluje puma čakajúca na nejaké zrazeniny na ceste. Miestečko na severe bolo poblíž trochu podozrivej štvrte, ale strážnik nás prišiel skontrolovať či sme ok a hovoril, že bude tu mať službu po celú noc, milý ujko. Ale aj tak sme spali všetci spolu v jednom stane :-)

After rich breakfast and many thanks to our wonderful host we took bike trail to Arcata, it led us through farmland, between farms, calm road, scenery, no traffic at all. Arcata was a nice hippy town, everything was organic and local, even the bums (or "dharma" tramps?, one piazza looked like some Rainbow gathering) and the clouds of marihuana's smoke, which were our company for the rest of California :-). In one of a few local bike shops (Revolution Bicycle Repair, guys there were really cool, they checked my wheels, and helped me to solve my problem with "bumpy" back wheel, all free of charge, thanks) I bought a new tires, the old one were already too bumpy (it was like to bike on the dirt road all the time). Then we passed through Eureka, crazy traffic there, good Grocery Outlet, a lot of homeless people. Hwy 101 changed to busy freeway with many exits, which was always like to play Russian roulette to cross them, because some driver (it is quite typical for USA) don't bother with using signal lights, they just turn, who cares... (and many drivers especially here on the west coast don't use lights at all until it isn't totally dark, so in the evening they are pretty invisible).
To Scotia, our final destination for tonight, we came after dark. Scotia is small town which exist only thanks to a lumber industry, there is a  huge sawmill. We didn't have any place to stay here, Brook had contact to local church (she stayed also in churches, as an alternative to warmshowers), but it didn't work out here. From east part of USA we had good experience with ask people if we couldn't camp on their backyards, so we tried it here (about six houses in different parts of town), but without success. People here are just weird... Finally one night watchman showed us place where we could stay, it was on the north end of town, near freeway on "no man" land, he told us that south would be also good, but right now they have a "mountain lion" problem there (one female evidently like to go there in the night, looking for roadkills).

Day 164 - 13th November, Redwoods - Trinidad - McKinleyville, 40.27

Dnes opúšťame nádherné sekvoje. Včera nám pribudli traja susedia, dvaja cyklisti a jedna turistka. Baška sa zoznámila s jedným z cyklistov, bola to dievčina menom Brook. Išla z Portlandu do San Francisca. Slovo dalo slovo a po spoločných raňajkách už sme na juh uháňali všetci spolu. Brook bola skoro ako SaraJane, veľa rozprávala, veľa sa smiala a všetko ju nadchýňalo. Hlavne s Baškou si dobre dali a preklábosili školu celý deň. Po tom čo sme opustili sekvoje a dostali sa opäť k pobrežiu, vychutnávajúc si na chvíľu slnko, všetko pohltila hmla. Videli sme niečo ako podivnú hmlovú dúhu, ale potom sme boli nadlho v protivnej, mokrej hmle. Bašku rozbolelo koleno. Na obed sme sa zastavili v Patricks Point State Park, tu sa stal ďalší z malých zázrakov, zrazu hmla zmizla a odhalila nám úžasné pobrežie, potom sa Brook podarilo dovolať jej warmshowers  hostiteľovi pre dnešnú noc a ochotná tetuška súhlasila že prichýli aj nás. To bol nás prvý naozajstný kontakt s komunitou ľudí okolí warmshowers a bol úžasný. Do McKinleyville sme dorazili na večer, opäť bolo sychravo, zima, nevľúdne počasie. Takže to že sme mali strechu nad hlavou malo cenu zlata. Michelle nás vrelo uvítala, navarila fantastickú večeru, mohli sme sa osprchovať, vyprať si a spali sme v ozajstnej posteli. Také malé radosti života :-)

Last day in Redwoods (at least that we thought), yesterday we got tree neighbours, two bikers, one hiker. Baška met two of them (third was some guy from Germany doing 100 miles per day, heading north), one was a girl, hiker, heading north (after travels in South America, she recommended Peru a lot :-)), second one was another girl heading south and her name was Brook. So after a small conversation and a common breakfast we decided to go all together and we had company on our journey again. Brook was really good teammate, after a couple hours we felt like if we knew each other for days. She was a little bit like SaraJane, she likes to smile and laugh a lot and was the same crazy - in a good way :-), she came from the east coast with her friends (partly on bikes, partly on bus) to Portland and from Portland she is pedalling by herself down to San Francisco.

After a rainy yesterday it was sunny today, for a while, until we got to the cost were was pretty foggy. Hwy 101 was quite narrow here, windy. In the fog with only a limited visibility it wasn't very nice, but traffic was small and there was still good (sometimes quite narrow :-)) shoulder. Our hikes in the Redwoods had bad impact also to Baška's legs, one of her knees started to hurt.

After we passed through Big Lagoon, lost in the fog, full of reeds and birds, our lunch break was in Patricks Point State Park. Miracles happen a lot on our journey, and this was another example, because in one moment the fog disappeared and we had perfect view on the whole coast with amazing cliffs and rocks. Even Baška's knee hurt less and Brook called her warmshowers host for today and she was ok with hosting all three of us. So today was our first experience with warmshowers community and it was really amazing. When we arrived to McKinleyville it was nasty cold, wet and foggy weather again, dark already and city traffic. So when we got to the Michelle's house (our warmshowers host) it was like in the heaven. Michelle make a wonderful dinner for us, we did our laundry, took a shower and have nice conversation with our host.

Day 160 - 163 - 9th to 12th November, Redwoods State and National Park

Tri úžasné dni v sekvojových lesoch. Škoda že ich ostali už len okolo 5% z celej rozlohy, zbytok padol za obeť pílam, sekerám a ľudskej chamtivosti, arogancii a hlúposti. Ale aspoň tu ešte stále boli tisícročné lesy (kupodivu vyrástli aj bez lesníkov) a stromy tu boli väčšinou okolo 800 rokov staré, ale videli sme aj gigantov viac ako 1500 rokov starých. Podrast tvorili zväčša paprade a čučoriedky, plus mnoho druhov rastlín a húb. Huby boli všade. Nebolo tu tak vlhko ako v Olympiskom dažďovom pralese ale pod stromami bolo neustále chladivé prítmie, lúče svetla si len ťažko hľadali cestu na zem, koruny stromov dosahovali do 100 metrov. A panovalo tu nádherné ticho, pôsobilo ako elixír po tých hlučných cestách. Dva dni sme sa tu len prechádzali a dýchali, videli sme podivuhodných obrov, pamätajúcich ešte úsvit ľudstva, chodili lesmi, ktoré nepoznali dotyk železa a rástli len tak, pre všetkých. Prešli sme kaňon papradí (Fern Canyon), prechádzali sa po padnutých sekvojách, širokých ako mosty, alebo prechádzali skrz ne cez dutiny o málo menších než železničné tunely. Na tretí deň ma už príšerne boleli nohy (chodil som len v sandáloch s “booties“, ktoré mi hnusne otlačili klenbu chodidiel. Ale ono aj tak skoro celý deň pršalo, takže som sa mohol v pohode kurírovať.

Three amazing days in the Redwoods. First day we biked next to Klamath river and then following coast on the old road (with a few tricky holes) to the Prairie Creek Redwoods State Park. First really, really huge and tall trees. We were so tiny to compare with them.

Tree with hollow where we could fit together with our bikes. Biking in this cool, breathing, green cathedral, rays of sunlight shining through light mist and shadows, everything was here so silent and peacefull.

After our fist brief exploration of huge redwoods near the road we camp in the Elk Prairie Campground (with elks walking and sleeping on the near meadow). Quite nice hiker/biker spot with huge food boxes. In the evening we went out to a small hike on local interpretive trail with beautiful giants redwoods.

The next day was whole about hiking. From the camp our footsteps led to the Fern Canyon through spectacular old grow redwood forest. If you would like to experience something exceptional then go to these old redwoods. This was definitely one if the strongest moments on our journey. Amazingly old forest (more than 1500 years) where every second three was about 1000 to 2000 years old and so huge and wide that 10 people wouldn't be able to surround even a half of the trunk.
We walked on the forest floor covered by old needless, trail led us between ferns and berries shrubs, between fallen and decomposing trees, mushrooms were everywhere and the light was soft and green. And everything was absolutely silence, even birds, maybe because it wasn't season or maybe because the trees were so tall that we couldn't hear them (also the thick bark on redwoods absorb sounds very well). The Fern Canyon was also beautiful, vertical walls, about 30 feet tall were covered by Five fingers ferns and looked pretty fuzzy :-). To our camp we returned pretty late, after dark, so finally we had also a night hike. No luck for mountain lion, though.

Next day, more redwoods, this time east side of valley. First we visited the "Big tree", about 1500 years of giant. Then we hiked through another beautiful forests, trail (Rhododendron trail) led us through the bridge from fallen redwood and through gates from trees which were after fires with huge hollows or holes but still alive (except human's chainsaws, there isn't nothing which can do some harm to redwoods).

Third day is raining nearly whole day, my feet really hurt after that two days of hiking, one thing was that we are not very use to walk so much anymore, second reason was, that I was wearing booties, which kept my feet warm, but also weren't very comfortable and nearly destroyed my feet, well, they aren't supposed to be for hiking. So one day off was good.

Pictures:
Welcome in the Redwoods
Is it still tree?
This is how 300 feet tall trees look like.
Fern Canyon

Day 159 - 8th November, Crescent City - Klamath (Redwoods State and National Parks),

Ako to tu už chodí po včerajšom lejaku je zase krásne, aj keď v Crescent City mesto na vás zahalí hmla, zmeniac veľké mesto na mesto duchov, kopec bezdomovcov ten dojem ešte umocňuje. Nakúpime, kým som v obchode Baška dostáva kopec rád od miestnych duchov ohľadne zaujímavých miest na ceste. Ďalšie rady dostávame v turistických informáciách Elk Creek Redwoods State Parku. Kupujeme si tu aj celkom dobré vesty s logom parku, vesty sa nám budú hodiť a navyše boli zlacnené :-) Za Crescent City začíname stúpať do sekvojových lesov, čaká nás dlhý a náročný stupák s nepríjemnou premávkou, ale aj s peknými výhľadmi “pod seba“. A potom sú tu prvé naozajstné sekvoje, mohutné, obrovské. A po kopci nasleduje výborný zjazd pomedzi tieto úžasné lesy, ešte aj premávka sa umúdri. A to je len začiatok. Míňame hnusnú pascu na turistov, „The Trees of Mysteries“, prechádzame popod klenbu vytvorenú konármi stromov. Pri Hunter Creeku nachádzame opustenú v bočnú cestu, na ktorej rozbíjame tábor. V noci sa nad našim stanom zídu asi všetky sovy z okolia a o niečom celú noc diskutujú.

After rainy night is nice and sunny day. But when we arrived to Crescent City, whole city disappeared in the fog. Suddenly, from sunny day we jumped into grey, depressive atmosphere, we could see only a silhouettes of the buildings, local bumps looked like zombies and the whole city looked like some kind of the ghost town. But until we finished our groceries, the fog was gone (not the homeless people, which were still trying to gave us some good advices about the road ahead, which was nice, but they had driven Baska mad (because she didn't know what to tell them), while I was in the shop). After grocery we stopped in visitor center and got some information about Redwoods State Park and also bought nice vests. Full of enthusiasms we left the Crescent City and started to climb on the top of huge and long hill. It was with nice views  and we pedaled between amazing, huge redwoods, but the road was also narrow, with some parts under construction and with a lot of traffic in the beginning (later, when we got on the top of the first hill it became better). We passed Del Norte Coast Redwoods State Park, the trees here were amazing, and it was just beginning. Than we enjoyed nice downhill ride on the coast and passed The Trees of Mysteries which looked like really nasty tourist trap. Near village/town? of Klamath was spectacular tunnel created by trees branches covered by moss. Because it was already evening, we stopped today near Hunter Creek, built our tent on old abandoned side road. In the night the owls had a very loud meeting right above our camp.  

Day 158 - 7th November, Salmon Harbour Resort - Smith River - Crescent City, 13.24 miles

Skoro z rána opúšťame RV park a smerujeme do Crescent City. Najprv nás cyklocesta vedie pomedzi farmy, potom sa vraciame na 101, míňame hodne nepríjemne pôsobiace vezenie. Začínajú sa objavovať prvé sekvoje. Na raňajky sa zastavujeme v malom State Parku pred Crescent City, zmladený, vyrúbaný sekvojový les. Pomedzi mladé stromčeky (u nás by boli považované za riadne veľké stromy) boli stále vidieť gigantické torzá a pne starých stromov. Kým sme zjedli raňajky začalo pršať a pršalo až do rána. Takže sme tu ostali, schovaný v parádnom prístrešku, prakticky v suchu. Aspoň sme sú mohli čítať, čo baterky stačili. Today we woke up very early and left RV park, were we spent the night, before dawn. The Coast Bike Route lead us between farms, off the main road, it was nice, for once biking without traffic. We passed Smith River and returned on Hwy 101, even Bike Route was turning right on D3, but on that road was much heavier traffic. We passed huge State Prison, it was surrounded by redwoods, but still had a very depressive atmosphere. Before Crescent City we stopped in small State Park to make a breakfast. That State Park was actually a small redwood forest, former clearcut evidently, judged by huge, gigantic stumps, which were everywhere. But it had to be a long time ago and now it looked quite nice. Before we returned on the road, it started to rain. So we took our time and have a nice break, reading book and hoping that it will stop soon. Well, it didn't and we spent here rest of the day and also whole night. But it was nice to have a little break.

Day 157 - 6th November, Gold Beach - Brookings - Salmon Harbour Resort, 38.89 miles

Všetko je utopené v hmle, to že tu je nejaký oceán prezrádza len hukot vĺn, pritom podľa názvov to vyzerá, že prechádzame veľmi peknou časťou pobrežia, ale všetko je biele. Prechádzame ponad najhlbší kaňon na pobreží Oregonu. Z hmly sa okrem áut vyrúti nákladiak s drevom, ktoré zásadne šoférujú maniaci neberúci ohľad na ostatných, ani na počasie, nezdalo sa že by ich hmla spomalila. Pár krát nás minuli tak blízko, že som takmer lakťom odrel lak karosérie. Pred mestom Brookings sa hmla konečne rozplynula, odhaliac ďalšie z kamenných skvostov západného pobrežia.  Užívame si posledné chvíle v Oregone, poslednú DQ, v Kalifornii sme už na žiadnu nenarazili. Prichádzame do Kalifornie potme, hneď na úvod nás uvíta nevľúdne kasíno nejakej indiánskej rezervácie. Prespávame v RV kempe.

Biking in the fog. The coast disappeared, sometimes we saw a fragments of some huge rocks our cliff, sometimes logging truck jumped out of the fog and our adrenaline jumped too. We passed many interesting places with a beautiful names like Archers rocks, Natural Bridges, House rock etc., but we saw only a white void. Passed the highest bridge (or the bridge with deepest canyon under it?) in Oregon. The fog finally disappeared when we were near Brookings. So we enjoyed a lunch on another beautiful beach with amazing rocks, then last DQ in Brookings, last miles in Oregon. The first miles in California wasn't very pleasant, even that we were excited to be in the new State. But it was night already (the days are so short now) and we couldn't find any good place to stay and right after border in California was Indian reservation with casino and liquor shops. We tried to get on the shore, but after one local woman told us that this isn't very safe place, we return back to highway and after couple miles we sneak into a RV park and put our tent there.

Day 156 - 5th November, Humbug Mountain - Gold Beach, 25.27 miles

Ráno ešte trocha prší, ale nakoniec dážď ustáva a my vyrážame do zahmleného dňa. Z hmly sa občas vynárajú mohutné skalné veže. Prechádzame okolo smiešneho “dino“ parku. Kopce dnes si celkom v pohode, cesta je viac menej rovná, akurát za Golden Beach začína slušný kopec, ale ešte pred ním je pekná skala pripomínajúca žraločiu plutvu. Spíme na opustenej bočnej ceste.

Still raining in the morning, but luckily about the noon it stopped. Even that we biked in the cold cloudy day, the coast was nice, with rocks like towers standing on the edge of the ocean (after Golden Beach there was one rock which looks like huge tooth), hills were quite easy today, the road was nearly straight. We passed one funny Dino park. Today we found place for for camping on one old side road overgrown by bushes and trees, but with nice flat sandy spot for or tent, a few miles behind Golden Beach.

Day 155 - 4th November, Humbug Mountain State Park, 1.63 miles

Ráno som opravoval môj prvý defekt tu na divokom západe. Kým som s ním bol hotový začalo liať, našťastie sme boli schovaný v komfortnom prístrešku, ďaleko od dotieravých rangerov, takže sme v pohode čakali kým dážď prejde. Menšia chyba bola v tom, že dnes neprešiel, skôr naopak, pršalo stále viac a viac. No čo, deň oddychu sa hodí, aspoň sme si mohli v kľude čítať a vyrábať narodeninový darček pre SJ.

My first flat tire on the west coast. We even did not leave the state park. Hidden in the shelter in the day use area, I started to repair it and outside started to rain and it was raining till next day, so we had day off, in the shelter was water and electricity so we read a book (still Harry Potter) and worked on the blog.