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| Bad-ass crow at Harris Beach campground |
Fortunately, it was a bit heavy for him and he dropped it, twice, as I chased him across the site and retrieved the treats.
One tough bird: Now he’s dive-bombing a stray Doberman that wandered into the campsite.
He’s also been bawling me out ever since I got those cookies back, sometimes with the help of one of his bird friends.
Better luck next time, amigo. Meanwhile, you can kiss my grits.
With more than 4,000 feet of climbing today, I got a very good workout.
But the shoulder on this section of 101 was generally great.
When the shoulder occasionally disappeared, I checked my rearview mirror before proceeding. If I noticed a semi or a huge RV coming, or traffic coming from both directions simultaneously, I just pulled over and let them pass.
This process can be a hassle, for sure.
But my preference would be to enjoy and survive this ride, not set a speed record. So this will now be my usual practice.
Dan, the suicide awareness promoter, also eventually arrived at the Harris Beach campsite. But he said he’s planning to take a day or two off now.
His secret to cycling longevity is to sometimes ride two days and then take three days off, he said.
So I doubt I will see him again.
Tomorrow: California!
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| Back to papa, bird! |
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| Lots of hills |
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| On the way to Harris Beach |
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