Once stateside, we headed from the hot beaches of Mexico to the cool mountains of SoCal. This is week 11 on the road.

Words taken from my daily journals, with some enhancements…..here or there.

Driving north outta Mexico, through San Diego, into Leucadia, then north over the San Jacinto Mountains to Idyllwild.

Driving north outta Mexico, through San Diego, into Leucadia, then north over the San Jacinto Mountains to Idyllwild.

Coffee Coffee

Coffee Coffee” Coffee Shop Leucadia, CA Enjoying a hot tea as I sit among the other laptops that are bellied up to the coffee bar with full attention pulled into cyberspace.

It’s strange being back in the US. Going from Mexico (for a month) to San Diego, it’s mind blowing. Compared to Mexico, Americans have so much privilege. At times, we take things for granted. People in Mexico work so much harder for such little pay, yet, they have such wealth. Reminds me of the eye opening year I spent in Jamaica, it forever changed me. I just want to remember how I feel, at this moment and carry it with me, just like I still carry Irie

We are spending a few days at Alice’s friends house. Chris and his partner, Agnes, are very welcoming. Last night, they had visitors from Holland. We all sat around eating cheese, drinking wine and then walked to the beach for sunset. It was a nice relaxing evening. 

We walk to the sunset on the Pacific in Leucadia, California.

We walk to the sunset on the Pacific in Leucadia, California.

This AM, Chris, so graciously, made me coffee and then I took the day for myself. When traveling and being with someone 24/7 for months, it’s always nice, for us both, to have a day to apart. It’s amazing how a moment to breath can refill the soul. My soul is feeling overwhelmed. I love all the amazing unique sites we are seeing and am beyond grateful for this experience but the pace is still so fast for me. My body hurts. When the thought of slowing down is in the air, it brings conflict. I stay focused on the positive and look forward to the weekend in the Mountains among the trees and cool crisp air.


San Jacinto Mountain High

San Jacinto Mts California Fern Basin Campground High up in the mountains, over 7k feet. Todays journaling is in the presences of endless pines, granite rocks, and epic views of waking cities below. 

Meditating on a mountain again! This is my third? or fourth mountain mediation. Sitting, leaning against a large granite slab, I look out at the snow covered mountains. What bliss. It’s freaking cold up here but the rising morning sun is warming me up. I find myself smiling. Oh! A lizard just appeared next to me. He’s sitting on a tree branch on the rock I’m sitting on. He’s staring at me, as if he’s a bout to say “When are you going to leave? This is MY sun spot.” 

Daily rituals up high in the mountains deep in the pines and granite.

I just finished reading “The Nature Fix”. Wow! I’m in awe! Florence Williams, the author, writes about awe and nature. Awe, or experiencing awe, makes us more generous. Which is awesome. But makes me wonder, does nature really make us better people??? I hope so. The book asks this and many other great questions. I found the book interesting and fascinating. And know that every time I’m overwhelmed, hurt, sad, depressed that nature fixes me!

Breathtaking views full of AWE.

Breathtaking views full of AWE.

Modern day petroglyphs, enjoying Tina Fey’s hilarious book “Bossypants” with mountain views.


Bakes and Blokes

Idyllwild, CA Bake Shop & Brew: Soy Latte in on hand, journal in the other. As I look up from my journal and out the row of windows the waking outside is perfectly framed by the aged old barn wood inside. 

An English bloke was sitting next to me at the coffee shop. He’s hiking the PCT and taking six months to do it. He’s only a few weeks into the hike and in for one grand adventure!!! I really enjoyed talking with him. It took me back to New Zealand and the chats I had with people at cafes in the morning. Everyone wanted to know where I was from, where I was headed and how many miles I had ridden. Now I found myself asking this hiker the same questions!  

This town is crawling with PCT hikers. It makes me want to ditch everything and join them on their treks. There is something so empowering about traveling by foot or by bike, carrying everything you need on your back, and taking care of yourself. Nothing in this world can replace what you learn from that type of experience. It becomes addicting and I’m itching for a bike packing fix. But where? US? Baja? NZ again??? 

Bathroom sticker at the San Jacinto Ranger Station is spot on “You are looking at the person responsible for your safety”.

Bathroom sticker at the San Jacinto Ranger Station is spot on “You are looking at the person responsible for your safety”.

My thoughts go back to the English man. He’s now outside the cafe hitching a ride to the trailhead. I should have given him my number or email, he knows no one here. It was so comforting when I was in NZ and others gave me their numbers, just in case I needed something, anything! I never took any of them up on their offers but it brought me ease to know I had helped if I needed it, especially being 9k miles away from home traveling alone by bike. 

The English dude just got picked up by a guy in a pickup. I hope he’ll be okay. No, I know he will be. For all the bad in the world, there is equal or greeter good. Safe travels my friend!!!!


Get WILDLY RAD

San Jacinto State Park Idyllwild, CA: I’m pulled up to a picnic table surrounded by PCT Hikers. I’ve just enjoyed a hot shower and used only one token for the shower. I left the second token for someone else, maybe a hiker will be the one to enjoy my leftovers. 

I finally, after months of not riding, got in on some good single track!!! The trail was covered with wild flowers, granite rocks, epic views, burnt black eerie trees full of beauty. It was like Sherwood Forest but not sure why I thought that, really. Maybe I was waiting for a bear to appear and if it did I really hoped it would be singing and dancing instead of attacking me! No dice. But if a bear wasn’t going to kick my ass the riding at over 6k feet and the uphill back to the campgrounds would. I welcomed it with open arms and an open heart! After driving so many miles and so many months, my body needed this ride and longed for more. I would just have to enjoy this moment and when this trip is over, I can bike all that I want. 

Skidmark loves getting rad with the spring wildflowers and granite rocks in the mountains! And so do I!

Skidmark loves getting rad with the spring wildflowers and granite rocks in the mountains! And so do I!

Next Post: Snow blocked routes change everything and brings the red dirt. 


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Heart shaped roots in the San Jacinto Mountains.

Heart shaped roots in the San Jacinto Mountains.







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