It is by riding a bicycle that you learn the contours of a country best since you have to sweat up hills and coast down them. Thus you remember them as they actually are, while in a motor car only a high hill impresses you, and you have no such accurate rememberance of a country you have driven throgh as you gain by riding a bicycle


Ernest Hemingway




Monday, 30 May 2011

Tree hugging

29 May Arcata to Richardson Grove State Park (83 miles)

Varied ride today, half on the freeway, had tailwind so racked up the miles and half on the Redwood Highway, miles of riding through ancient forest, some of the trees over 300 ft high and 2000 years old, mind boggles. Had lemon drizzle cake for lunch so pretty much perfect day all round. Now in state park full of Americans ( apart from hiker/biker area, just me here) enjoying the long , memorial day, weekend. Odd to feel more isolated when surrounded by others noise, will have to give myself good talking to.



Honey I shrunk the bike

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