I haven't been sure how to describe this day, as it was actually 2 days ago, and I'm kinda over it. Felt like the longest day ever, and I think it was definitely the hardest day yet. Clocked roughly 130km, over 2 2200 foot mountain passes, and relentless rolling hills. Santa Barbara seemed so far away. Finally arrived at about 6:15, checked in at the cheapest motel I could find, yet still my most expensive nights yet.
Anyways, I went bar hopping up State Street on Friday night. There's a bar every 3 doors. Lively atmosphere, and it drank beers like they were water, met some interesting people, and crashed early.
On Saturday, the first thing I did was find a post office so I could send a lot of unnecessary weight home. I unloaded jeans, shoes, warm sweater, my SLR camera, towel and reduced my current travel gear to shorts and t shirts and my sandals. Bike feels so much lighter, and my panniers are more than half empty. Yes, motels is cheating. The 7 day forecast is nothing buy 7 balls of sun. I'll take my chances.
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