My body seems to have settled into a 6am wake up, perhaps as a hint to get a few miles on the road before my skin starts frying.
As it turned out it was a more bearable 30 degrees :-)
It was 40miles to Santa Barbara and a great big hill to get up and over. That, coupled with a lovely big hard shoulder all for bikes, could only mean one thing. Time to reacquaint myself with my ipod!
A very upbeat few hours ensued with all sorts of jolly rambling thoughts.
At the top, you could just see the large sprawl of the town. It looked a long way....down!
A fun descent with long bends got me up to 40mph, at which point sensible head eased on the brakes, as it always does.
Riding along the seafront there were lots of sporty people out and about, as well as quite a few wrinkly walnut beach types.
Heading away from town, having made no cock ups navigating, my no wrong turn record was ruined by a yapping local cyclist. She waffled on about her century ride next weekend and how marvellous Santa B was and how she knew all there was to know. I realised I'd missed my turn and she then insisted on my name so she could follow me on facebook. Oh, and she had a friend in England and would love to hook up! The chances of that happening could be likened to me eating corn dogs for breakfast.
Peace resumed and I wiggled my way back on the route. A splendid cycle lane all for us!
Away from these super-size holiday homes, which were hanging out along the coast.
The yapyapyap lady did tell me one interesting thing. The county has a new law that vehicles have to allow three feet between them and a bike, wherever that bike may be.
Good.
I'm writing this by the pool, under attack from the palm tree above, which is chucking seed bits at me. I must say, with three days to go of this wonderful journey, a little seed inside me is growing increasingly excited to be reunited with someone at home :-)
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