Trading The Train For Rain

After copious amounts of Dicking Around the Irvine/Santa Ana area we finally pushed out to a campsite we found in Crystal Cove State Park. It was quickly reminiscent of our camp out in Black Diamond Mines last week with it’s climbs that resemble walls. The biggest difference though was the fact I was still in shorts, the weather was hard to beat…. Until about 5am when it started to rain. So this is how it begins…

The park itself was pretty stunning that early in the morning but frankly I could have stood an hour or two more of sleep.

Foggy ways is righty ways

And now…. a frog.


Loco Spot

Hurry up and wait, as the saying goes. I rushed and rushed to make my departure but my train was oh so predictably late. This is not a picture of my train.

I am headed south for Baja Divide, but not before a little bit of derping around the now slightly less podunk town in which I was reared. I rarely make it this far south on the central coast so I decided to further shake-down the bike in the bushwacking grounds of my youth.

I see you have a fire gap
They are bigger than when I rode here…
I’d do a backflip if I had my other bike

Eh, this bike is more my speed. I never did get very good at dirt jumping.
Modern progress! I’m moving south again and for the first time I am riding on a new Amtrak with rollon bike service! 

So glamorous

It was far less of a pain in the ass than I expected. I thought I was going to be throwing out my back lifting it up to someone on the cargo deck but turns out it was true roll on and with no charge. Win, win excluding the fact I’m on Amtrak. 
Next stop is Irvine to meet up with Patrick who I’ll ride the next two days with down to San Diego. 

Aaand here’s some cute lil’ guinea pigs i saw.