Day 31 – Wednesday, July 18, 2001

Fort Bragg, CA – Bodega Bay, CA

113.26 Miles
15.41 Average Speed
7:20:45 ride time
Left at 9AM
Stopped riding at 8PM
2009.09 Total Trek Miles

This is Jake, once again. There is nothing like riding 100 miles in a day.  In bike talk it’s called “doing a century.”  When your bike is loaded with 40 to 50 pounds of gear, a century requires you to start early, end late, and stop as little as possible during the day.  It also requires large amounts of food.  The food part was ever so generously covered by Brandon’s mom, Leanne.  She owns a store in Fort Bragg and before we left that mourning she had us loaded with sandwiches, drinks, and everything else our little hearts desired.  (By the way if you are ever in or near Fort Bragg, Leann’s store is called Hoppers, it sits on the far south end of town, and you will not find a better tasting sandwich west of the Mississippi River)  You can tell from our stats that an early start was not in the cards, but our excuse is that we were watching the Tour on TV.  Once again Lance killed in the mountain stages and team EBTrek was thoroughly inspired.

The ride to Bodega Bay is along some of the most dramatic and inspirational coastline we have yet seen.  Highway One winds and twists directly parallel to the shoreline, with ascents and descents that can only be described as frequent and steep.  One cool thing about both the California and the Oregon coasts are the small ocean side communities through which one is constantly passing.  Westport, Manzanita, Elk, and Oceanview just to name a few.  They always have one little mom and pop gas station, a bed and breakfast, a post office, and maybe a grocery store.  They always sit on a beautiful beach or nestled on a high rocky cliff.  These towns not only make our journey possible (via the snacks and Gatorade one can buy there) but they always add an interesting twist to our often LONG riding days.

There was one part of the ride definitely worth mentioning.  At about mile 80 we hit an incredible climb up over a couple of mountains and then dropped down into the town of Jenner before we finished off our last ten miles.  The road for this twenty-mile stretch literally hugs the side of the mountain.  There were points where it was a direct 400 to 500 foot drop down into the ocean, and there we rode right on the shoulder, mere inches from what would have been a spectacular demise.  Of course with five guys the talk turned to “if you had a Porsche and drove off this section of the road you could probably make it to the ocean.”  “No way, it would hit the embankment and get stuck on those rocks.”  “I give you my “personal guarantee” that you could hit the water from here.”  And on went the talk about what would happen if you drove a $100,000 dollar car off a cliff. 

The day ended in Bodega Bay at about 9 pm.  We had to shell out the cash for a hotel room, because Bodega Bay lacks your average Motel 6.  We ate at the grocery store, hit the spa, and then hit the sack after 113 miles.


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