So, up in the Sequoia park we camped one night. Hot day that ended with a dip in the frigid water of a nearby creek. Like Spearfish canyon creek cold. Took all I had to jump in but Gina didn't even hesitate...
Spectacular ride the following day. We broke camp early and hit the Park road before the tourist woke up. More twisty turns. Gotta love this kind of riding. We did all the tourist pictures by the big trees, driving through the tree tunnel, and even got the bike on the driveway log. A picture will explain that.
After the park we ran up Kings Canyon. Another must do road. Just make sure you have gas... It was over 4 a gallon with a minimun fill up of 6 gallons. Gravity fed pumps! Suppose to be the oldest ones still in use. Well, I didn't like the attitude of the attendent so I chose to ride on with what I rode in with. After the fuel light came on we were still a ways from gas. You never know how far you can go once that light comes on unless you try... Fortunately it was all down hill out of the park. I coasted (bike off in stealth mode) for a good 17 miles on twisty 10-20 mph corners. We did make gas without running out but it was close!
The temp in Fresno was over 100 and we pushed on to San Jose were we are now at a relatives house. About 50 miles from here I was stung by something that was up my sleeve. That is always exciting...
From here we head across the Goldengate and up the coast. Looking for cooler weather and a new rear tire. We will meet up with the in-laws on the coast of Oregon for a bit before heading to Spearfish and beyond. That's all for now and as you know words can't do justice to the joys of riding cross country. You don't have to read the book, you can wait for the movie!
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