The word for the day is “profusion.” Why profusion you ask? Well profusion is defined as “a large quantity of something or the quality of being profuse.” Some people accuse me of the second definition as opposed to being profound. I say anyone can be profound but it takes a special person to be profuse! It’s also defined as an abundance, a large amount, and excess and a plethora. I said that profusion was the word for the day because Michael and I experienced everything in profusion. We saw wild flowers in abundance. I’m not a horticulture specialist but I saw incredible varieties of flowers not present on the east coast. Bromeliads grow here voluntarily. If you don’t know what a bromeliad is, look it up. You’ll improve your level of knowledge and at least appear more culturally sophisticated simply as a result of reading this blog! There were a plethora of dairies as Mike and I traveled up hwy. 1, California’s true coast road, complete with twisting, winding turns. Now, some people don’t care for the smell of silage and manure and new-mown hay and cows in general, but to me these are special smells, which evoke old feelings of time spent with my grand-dad on his farm in Belton, SC. There were a large amount of bikers. These included the two-wheel kind which have designer labels- you know, Harley-Davidson, Yamaha, Kawasaki and BMW, as well as the two wheeled kind which require pedaling and persistence. Bikers were everywhere along the coast road and generally appeared to get along without undue animosity all day long. You’ve probably realized by now that I’m trying to use each of the definitions of “profusion” in my record of the day’s events. The only one I’ve left out is the word “excess” which certainly describes my verbosity, gregariousness, conviviality and exuberance!
The route Michael and I took today started in the Salinas graveyard viewing John Steinbeck’s gravesite. I have to say that, for a Salinas great, his grave is certainly understated. Maybe there’s a lesson for us all in this. From here we traveled to San Francisco and above up hwy 1 through small towns with names like Inverness and Bodega Bay before cutting over to Guerneville (which had a profusion of inns, pubs and bed and breakfasts) to hwy 101 north which led to Hopland (that’s right, “hop” land like the hop that goes in beer) and Ukiah, our ultimate destination for the day. The route we rode at the last was roughly a square. Mike suggested that we might want to ride it with our girls and tell others about it. To sell it properly I suggested the name of “the California Square Route.” (you know route like root- it’s a math joke!) In all, we covered about 298 miles and are coming dangerously close to the 5000 total mile mark.
For supper mike and I walked about 30 minutes each way to go to a local"organic brewery and pub." We couldn't stand the thought of mounting up again! We met a cool guy named Sean who was riding a new Kawasaki 1400 cc bike scouting a route for an upcoming ride. Good luck with that Sean. Well, I'm done for now- no more profusion-see you next time.