Before we crossed the border to the states we bought a new bottle of sunscreen and then promptly put it away for two months. Now that we’re in sunny California our all natural sunscreen from Canada has separated into coconut oil and zinc and as much shaking as we can do will not mix these components back together. We’ve been using it for the last couple of weeks because we’re too cheap to throw it out but it’s pretty obvious that we need to find a replacement. So we pull into a trendy looking sunscreen shop and try not to spend too much money. And that’s when I see it, “GLUTEN FREE” the label that has made it’s way onto products such as toilet paper and motor oil. Maybe it makes sense, maybe it doesn’t I didn’t even Google it. Long story short, we bought sunscreen later that day at a grocery store and I’m pretty sure there’s gluten in it.
After a few relaxing days in Santa Cruz the road decided to throw some big hills at us as we were entering Big Sur. It isn’t named after the big hills (surprisingly) the name originates from El pais grande del Sur, the big land to the South – a very rugged part of the California Coast that was not settled until rather recent. We did get warned that after Carmel
But not before we found out that our tent floats... The forecast looked pretty grim that day but there was a campground with a hot tub a mere 20 miles down the road so it didn’t really matter if we got wet. We pulled into camp in the early afternoon, set up camp and spent the next three hours soaking in this glorious hot tub as the skies opened and absolutely unloaded. I can’t remember if we talked about going to check on the tent, it was obvious neither of us were willing to leave the hot tub.
Redwood trees are the tallest trees on Earth, most of the big ones are around 1.500 to 2.000 years old. So they are really, really tall and so, so old. Very magnificent beings. Walking around in those ancient forests puts things into perspective. Sadly, 97% of the Redwood forests have been logged. The remaining 3% are preserved in a few state parks in Northern California, the only place they actually grow...
Two thieves actually, but first, some background. When we camp in RV parks or campgrounds we usually store our food bag in the ladies’ bathroom overnight, primarily to keep it safe from raccoons and bears but also because hanging our food from a tree is a small inconvenience that we try to avoid. That was until all of our food was stolen the other night...
The Coast has us back! And we are back ‘enjoying’ the wet West Coast winter weather, rain rain and more rain. I have to be honest here, Nyle and I were inches away from renting a car, throwing our bikes in and fast forwarding down to California.
We don’t always know where we’ll be 100 miles from now, nor do we know which route is going to be the best (downhill/ tail wind/ full of cafes/ people cheering/ free camping/ no snakes) to get us there. But every once in a while, we get lucky and find ourselves somewhere special.
We made it! Canada we crossed you North to South, all the way, almost 4.000km! It was a wild ride. But before we are helping Donald Trump to ‘Make America Great Again’ (let us all hope he actually never gets the chance), we got to wine a bit in the Okanagan. A well deserved few days of drinking wine and eating our body weight in fruits fresh from the orchards...