BICYCLING DOWN THE COAST
Vancouver, BC – Tijuana, MX
In 2010, without much training or experience, we set off on our old rusty bicycles down the Pacific Coast. We endured setbacks and suffered mishaps, but two months and 1800 winding hilly miles later we had made it to Mexico. This is our story.
The rhododendron forests of Washington
It rained almost every day in Washington, but the moment we crossed the long narrow bridge into Astoria and into Oregon the sun came came out.
Approaching Cape Foul Weather While it wouldn't be sunny every day in Oregon, Cape Foulweather didn't exactly live up to its name.
Scampering up the Oregon sand dunes
The Oregon Coast is of course astoundingly beautiful. The highway is right on the coast and access points and parks and are plentiful... indeed all too plentiful if you're trying to get anywhere on time. We frequently had to bike at night due to all the stops. One time Megan was blinded by an oncoming car and rode off a bridge. Another time she rode into a giant hole. Good times!
And then: C A L I F O R N I A
SO MANY FLAT TIRES
There are a lot of campgrounds evenly spaced along the route with sites reserved for hiker-bikers. But sometimes a night is best spent in a wind-braced golden field under the stars beside the highway.
Riding riding everyday. We only took maybe a week and a half off: 5 days to explore SF, 2 days because of food poisoning in the Redwoods, 2 days in LA, and then 3 days to get off our bikes and hike deep into Big Sur.
Camping out in a scorpion infested oak sanctuary in central California. Yes Megan got stung. I was so jealous.
To cut down on weight we sent our pants and sweaters and tent body home via post in SF. We wouldn't be needing those any longer! NOT EVEN IN SCORPION COUNTRY. NOPE.
Into avocado country
You know you need to lather on the sunscreen when you start seeing and Los Angeles on the road signs
Full stories and photos at: fieldandforest.co 🌿 #epiXtrip