Deborah and I decided we needed a relaxing vacation. So in typical fashion we decided to ride our tandem bicycle from San Francisco to Santa Barbara. I did not want to haul a bunch of camping gear with us so we decided to "motel camp". That way, all we needed to bring was clothes for the ride and essentials. With that germ of an idea we proceeded with planning out our adventure.
The first thing we needed was a route. Adventure Cycling has incredible route maps for sale on their web site. We ordered the SF to SB route map and it arrived promptly. The maps are quite good although the small print on the route descriptions can be a bit difficult. I studied them quite carefully and by using google maps I traced out the routes as described, allowing me to get a more accurate mileage breakdown. I then transferred these route sheets over to a word doc I could print and put into plastic baggies and clip to my altered route sheet holder. I kept the AC map in my back pocket for reference should something not look right on the way. This did occur occasionally and I will touch on that later.
We borrowed panniers from a friend that turned out to be perfect in size and perfect fit for the existing bike rack. I utilized gallon ziplocks to organize our contents. We decided to bring along cycling clothes for three days and minimize our street clothes. We would not be in the street clothes very long each day and who would know if we wore thee same pants three days in a row but us. We did bring swim clothes for use in the spa at the hotels at night. This was a treat we came to really enjoy. Each bag was organized by clothing type and labeled so you didn't have to root around to find things. As each pannier was packed, we compressed each ziplock clothing bag, removing all the air to minimize content size. The day before we left we packed and loaded the panniers taking the bike for a little spin around the neighborhood.
I broke the route into 7 days of riding to average about 60 miles per day. Some days were longer and some shorter but the intent was not to pile on a lot of miles and not enjoy the day. We could take it easy in the morning and not have to grind out a lot of miles. I made reservations at all the places we stayed. I have mixed feelings about this. On the one hand I was able to get good deals at all the places we stayed and were assured of a room when we got there. On the other hand, it sort of limited your day in that if you wanted to do more miles you really couldn't and if there was a problem and couldn't make the miles that day you were out the money due to cancellation policies.
We worked around the house getting things ready for our long absence. We dropped the dogs off at Francesca's in the afternoon and finalized our packing and prepping. We went to bed at a reasonable time but didn't get a lot of sleep. 3:30 am came mighty early. Breakfast was peanut butter and apricot jam sandwiches. A friend came and picked us up in his truck and dropped us at the Vallejo Ferry terminal in time to catch the 6:30 ferry to San Francisco.
It was awkward getting the loaded bike through the ferry and in the back where they have bike racks. The bike racks are nice but a fully loaded touring tandem is not made for them. Putting the bike in the rack would have destroyed the wheels so I moved it to the side, removed the velcro straps I used to pull the tops of the panniers together and secure the pannier to the frame, and tied the bike to the rails on the ferry. This secured the bike and kept it safe.
Our son, Colin, called the day before and said he would meet us at the ferry terminal and ride with us for awhile in the city. The ferry arrived, we rolled off and by the time Colin got there we rolled out around 8:30 on our big adventure.
October 5th, 2009
First leg-San Francisco to Pigeon Point Lighthouse
Total Miles: 65
Elevation Gained: 4224
Colin met us at the Ferry Terminal and led us out.
He asked about our route and I showed him the route sheet. He said he knew where we were going and proceeded to take us through the city on his regular route. It was similar to the route given but deviated interestingly. He said this route was one of his regular rides. We got some beautiful views of the peninsula and the Golden Gate.
We went by the legion of Honor Museum, dropped down to Clement Street to Seal Rock Dr, then over to Pt Lobos Ave. to the start of The Great Highway, just past The Cliff House Restaurant. It had some good climbs and interesting descents. Colin is a good climber and dropped us but didn't get to far ahead. We were getting used to the load and the traffic so I was taking it easy. As we headed out on Hwy 1, Colin stayed with us for little while. He rode about 14 miles before heading back home. He had a training ride scheduled that evening with his partner and needed to get back home to get ready for work. We were now on our own.
We could see the lighthouse about two miles out. It was a welcome sight.
We were early to check in so we went down the road to Gazos Creek cafe for lunch/dinner. The burgers were delicious as we sat outside soaking up the sun and drinking coffee. The people there were very friendly and kept our cups full. The woman at the hostel called ahead because she said they may not be open. We were lucky and it made a nice stop. We filled up on food, bought two bags of M&M's (plain and peanut), and went back to check into our room. I was unable to book a private room so we shared a room with bunk beds. There was only one other couple in the room and the were barely there and made no noise.
When we checked in we signed up for the jacuzzi at 6 pm for our 30 minute private slot. The spa is very private, on the cliff edge, overlooking the ocean with seal haul out rocks below.
We watched the sun setting over the ocean and listened to the ocean, sea birds and seals. Very relaxing. We took a little nap, gathered up our stuff and headed for the spa. It was a slice of heaven. I have always had a mystical feeling about lighthouses and staying overnight was a big treat for me. As the sun set we headed back to shower and change.
I took a few pictures of the lighthouse at sunset. It is in disrepair and you can't go inside it.
The next morning we had breakfast, not knowing where the next open cafe would be. We had hoped Gazos Creek would be open but no luck. We packed and chatted with the woman at the desk when checking out. She was very nice and took our picture.
Then we were off to Monterey. I recharged the GPS but must have hit the on switch unplugging it because the battery was dead in the morning. It was to be a long ride, over 70 miles, through Santa Cruz, so we got an early start.
Leg 2: Pigeon Point Lighthouse to Monterey
78 miles by Deborah's computer
Elevation gained: Unknown
We made it to Davenport for breakfast. We got there, got served and were eating before the 4 big foreign tourist buses showed up. It then took longer for Deborah to use the facilities waiting in line than it took to order and get our food. The road was pretty between Davenport and Santa Cruz with lots of ocean views.
We both really disliked going through Santa Cruz. There was a lot of traffic and it went on for awhile. As we left Aptos we started into fields of vegetables. All along we were encountering pumpkin patch after pumpkin patch. The strawberry fields were especially fragrant.
We both really disliked going through Santa Cruz. There was a lot of traffic and it went on for awhile. As we left Aptos we started into fields of vegetables. All along we were encountering pumpkin patch after pumpkin patch. The strawberry fields were especially fragrant.
We picked up the Monterey Coastal Bike Path about 15 miles out of Monterey at Sand City. It is a very well developed bike path running along Hwy 1 with lots of rollers. It took us right into Monterey. We met up with a local cyclist and chatted for the next ten miles. He left us on our own as we got downtown and before you know it, I got a little confused. Technology came to the rescue as I got the Blackberry and used mapping to find where we were and where we needed to go. As it turns out we were only about 4 blocks from our destination. For the last 15 miles the going had been small rollers and flats. The map said we needed to turn left and go up two blocks. We looked at the steeeeeeeep hills and Deborah was not amused. We dropped it into granny and climbed the first block, turned right, went one block then turned back uphill. I stood up and started grinding it out. A woman pedestrian saw us, calling out "you'll never make it". As we got to the top of the hill Deborah gave her "The Look" as the woman applauded. One more block and we arived at The Jabbarwok Inn, our rest for the night. it is owned by a friend of Deborah and we booked it because of this connection. It was a wonderful place, secluded from the street and very inviting. We unloaded the panniers and John, the husband of Dawn, owners of the inn, helped me take the bike to the lower garage for the night.
He then showed us upstairs to our room, overlooking one of the monster hills we had to climb. In our room was brandy with two crystal glasses, a jar full of jelly beans, water bottles and two comfy robes. The bed was a select comfort with individual controls for each side. We had the only room without a private bath in the room but had a bath down the hall dedicated to our room. We toasted our day with brandy, got shed of the sweaty gear and went for a nice hot shower. It was fantastic. Left-Front door of the Jabbarwok Inn
Right-Steep climb view from our bedroom window.
We got dressed and went down stairs for the tour. We met both their standard poodles, Dude and Monty. Dude was trained by our dog trainer before John and Dawn bought the B&B. Both were beautiful dogs.
At 5 thy have appetizers and wine downstairs. We met all the guest and enjoyed the good food. You could almost make it dinner. They have tea, cookies, dried fruit and snacks on hand anytime you want. Kathy made fresh, delicious, pumpkin bread. I had a couple of pieces. The couch was comfy for my sore butt. and the wine was good. Relaxation was well earned. After snacks we walked down two blocks to Cannery Row to have dinner. John gave us a coupon for a free appetizer at The Fish Hopper. We cashed it for grilled artichoke. Deborah had the abalone special and I had the Linguini Pasta Isabella. Delicious. We dined on the deck and the view was wonderful.
We ate a leisurely dinner with a bottle of local Pinot Grigio. After dinner we walked back to the B&B, got a glass of wine and turned in for the night. It took a little bit of trial and error to get the bed settings right but after a while we slept soundly. View from our bedroom in the morning.
Breakfast was served at 8:30 sharp. There was fresh juice, fresh fruit, and the most delicious homemade bread pudding served with thick sliced bacon and a wonderful vanilla sauce topped with raspberry. There were seconds on the bacon and the coffee was strong and tasty as we filled up.
All too quickly breakfast was over and it was time to pack and go. Dawn and John are wonderful hosts and their Inn is something we definitely want to go back to for a long weekend of fun. Dawn told us to bring some friends. Anyone reading this should consider a stay there for a nice visit in Monterey. Of course with all the eating, coffee drinking, chatting and packing we didn't get away until almost 11. This day was supposed to be a 51 mile jaunt to the Big Sur River Inn. Of course things do go awry. On the way out of town I found out I had missed a turn on the route converting to google maps. I missed the place where you continue on Soledad under the freeway to Viejo Rd. I tried to get on the freeway to soon and had to back track along the side of the entrance ramp. We consulted the map and figured it out. I also got the GPS charged up and working again so we were able to record the ride data. And then we were off on Leg 3.
Leg 3: Monterey to Big Sur River Inn
30.2 miles (supposed to be 51 but I screwed up)
Elevation Gain: 2600 ft.
It was another beautiful day, a little cool in the morning and warming up as we rode. After we left Carmel, the ride got more interesting. Finally we were on the legendary Big Sur Hwy. I will start posting pics. The story is in the pictures. Enjoy.
As we got to the Bixby Bridge, it was down to one lane with flagmen working both sides of the bridge. As we were taking the required "Bixby Bridge" picture we heard them talking about us on their radios. As we lined up to cross, they closed the bridge in both directions and let us cross by ourselves. We felt really special.
The standard picture at the Bixby Bridge, built in 1932.
We crossed the bridge, climbed up to just over 600 ft, had a nice long descent, then popped over a couple of big rolling hills. Deborah was looking for a nature break and I see we are coming into some form of settlement. I look down at the mileage and see 31.6. I look up and see the sign "Big Sur River Inn" and wondered what the hell is this. This is supposed to be 21 miles further down the road. I stop the bike, walk into registration and ask if they have a reservation for me. They look me up and sure enough we are there. Okay, this was a really short day but after the day before I figured it would be a nice break. It would mean a 70 plus mile day tomorrow but it would be a beautiful ride so whatever. We checked in, showered and walked over to get burritos and beer. The burritos were giant and the beer was cold. We fueled up and bought a bottle of wine for later. The burritos were so big we didn't even eat dinner. We walked around the place and sat in the chairs in the river, soaking up the sun as it came through the trees.
We met a biker riding from SF to SB to visit his daughter. He was around our age and riding an old Bianchi. He was loaded up with camping gear. We also met another tandem team we passed much earlier in the day. They were pulling a trailer and camping out. They had flown from Phoenix to Seattle, ridden their bike to the Canadian border then turned around and headed to San Diego. From there they were riding back to Phoenix. We saw two bent trikes and two other riders. The tandem team told us the other two had ridden from Quebec to Washington, down the coast and planned to turn east at San Diego, ride to Florida, winter there then ride back to Quebec. Now that is a ride.
We went to bed, read a little and slept like babies with the smell of the forest strong in our noses. The Inn was offering a special, queen sized bed cabin with breakfast for two at 99 dollars. It was a full on, excellent breakfast, not just a continental snack. I had a huge omelet with home fries and Deborah had a big fruit yogurt parfait with toast. That and all the good strong coffee you could drink. They did bill you for the tip. Fair enough.
Leg 4: Big Sur River Inn to Cambria
Elevation gained: 6125
Loaded with breakfast we packed up and headed down the road. Unfortunately this stop was a bit inconvenient in that you had to face a big climb first thing in the morning not more than a mile and a half from the Inn. first part was 340 ft in .4 miles, drop down 245 ft in .2 miles then back up 697 ft. in 1.8 miles. The legs were not warmed up before we started climbing but we warmed up fast.
There were nice views along the way. The first hill was a booger. After that it was a lot of up and down. Nothing to bad except the last big hill after Gorda Mountain. You drop down 450 ft or so then climb it all back. The first hill was not so bad and we stayed mostly in the middle chain ring. The second one required another visit to grandma.
The views on this leg were breathtaking. Many of you have driven this road, so have we, but it is not the same effect. The smells, sights, sounds all coming at you as you slowly climb up each hill. As Deborah put it "You are riding the western edge of the United States" and you definitely realize it on a bicycle. As before I will let the pictures do the talking. Enjoy
The wind was up from the NW and pushed us into Cambria. We cruised by Hearst Castle. We talked about all the times we had gone there with family for all the different tours. It is an amazing feat of architecture and the furnishings are amazing. It baffles the mind to think of the amount of effort, time and money that went into that place.
We finally made our destination at the Bluebird Inn (thank you Patrick). It is a nice quiet little hotel on Main St. in Cambria and the rates are very reasonable. We chatted wiih the desk clerk checked in, went to our room and took a nice long, hot shower. We had traveled lots of miles and did a lot climbing that day and the shower felt so good. Unfortunately there was no Jacuzzi or we would have done some soaking. We got to our room and low and behold, there was a television. We turned it on to view our first TV in 5 days. We checked out the weather forecast for the rest of the week and were thrilled to find it was to be wonderful weather for the rest of the ride. After a little rest we decided to walk around a bit and find dinner. Deborah had stated a preference for pasta and the desk clerk had recommended a nice Italian place a few blocks away. So off we went. We got less than a block away and walked by a sign on a small place indicating wine tasting. Deborah suggested we go in a taste some wine. I thought what a novel idea. So in we went in.
The Place was Indigo Moon. The woman that served us was so much fun. She knew her local wines and poured some very nice ones. As we sat there tasting wine the smell from the kitchen was overpowering us. Not long after we sat down, a customer came in with her dog. A dog friendly, great smelling food and great wine list makes us happy so we decided to eat there. Deborah had the house special Clam Fettuccini as she was sticking with the pasta theme. I had crab stuffed trout. We had a delicious Pinot Grigio with dinner and Deborah bought a local red wine blend for the next evening. We also had a bowl of clam corn chowder. We met the woman that had the dog. She had already taken it back to her car so it was no longer inside as they do have laws about that in the US. In Europe dogs are allowed. She saw Deborah's Livestrong Bracelet and thanked her as she was a cancer survivor. We talked about a lot of things and made a friend. Dinner was excellent. Sleep was good.
Day 5: Cambria to Pismo Beach
Elevation gained: 2200 ft
We set out from Cambria and worked our way to Pismo Beach. After two days of Big Sur and little traffice we were not ready for the amount of traffic we had that day. We skirted the Hwy in a couple of places but were on it in traffic a lot.
As we came closer to San Luis Obispo we stopped at a place with a nice outdoor patio for some food and a break. Seems it was bottomless mimosa day. There was a table full of Cuesta College kids there drinking pitchers of mimosas. They were drunk and noisy and they were playing games on their cell phones. Every so often one would call someone and tell them the most outrageous things about sex, boyfriends, threesomes, calling people all kinds of evil names and really being horrid. We ate our lunch and were glad to be gone. Our route took us through downtown San Luis Obispo. While they are a bike friendly town the downtown traffic was not very relaxing. We were quite glad to be out of town and cruising through Price Canyon on our final miles into Pismo. We stayed at the SeaVenture.
It was the most expensive place on the trip but it was right on the beach. The room was big and comfortable and they had a fireplace. We walked a couple of blocks down the street to the laundry. As the clothes were washing we walked across the street to the Old West Cinnamon Roll place to reminisce with a tasty almond cinnamon roll and coffee. After the clothes were done we went back to the hotel and hung wet clothes all around the room in front of the fireplace. We then soaked in the Jacuzzi, took hot showers, dressed and walked two doors down to the restaurant for wine tasting then out the door to the pier and then dinner. Options were unlimited it seemed.
We opted for Pizza, wine and ale.
Just before dinner, we walked out onto the pier for old time sake and saw this guy. You can also see our hotel on the right with the blue-green roof.
Back in our room we checked the weather again to find there was a Pacific Storm headed into the coast but it was not going to reach the coast till Tuesday. Our weather luck was holding. Sleep was very good and we had complimentary continental breakfast delivered to our room. There was not enough coffee but the food was good enough to get us on the road. This day was taking us into Lompoc where we were to stay with Wayne and Georgia, some of our oldest friends from when we first moved to California in 1986. Their kids went to school with ours and we spent many happy moments together over the years. We were so looking forward to the visit.
Day 6: Pismo Beach to Lompoc
Elevation Gained: 2543
This was a particularly easy day. We woke up to breakfast delivered to our room along with a pot of so-so coffee. We tanked up, packed and hit the road at 8:30 in order to get in to Lompoc early enough to spend some quality time with our friends. We also began to think about this being the next to last leg of our adventure and it was starting to sink in. About 6.5 miles in, after a few little rollers and mostly flats, we came to the Halcyon Rd. decision. Go forward then around the loop suggested by Adventure Cycling or turn right and cut off a mile or so. I knew the area so we decided for the short cut. I forgot about the elevation correction to get you back on the mesa.
It jumps up about 150 ft in a quarter mile. It also narrows to just barely two lanes with lots of farm traffic coming up behind your. When we got to the top, my heart was pounding so hard I could feel my pulse moving my helmet. I was standing in the pedals grinding it out as hard as I could in total grandma and barely making 4 mph. We made it without mishap but I wouldn't want to do that again any time soon. Next time we take the longer route.
This was a day of mostly light traffic and lots and lots of country filled with farms and cows. As we passed through Guadalupe I almost had to stop at every Mexican food restaurant in town. The smells were incredible. I was salivating as we cruised through. Guadalupe has really cleaned up a lot in the years since we passed through there last. It seems like a nice clean place now. The vegetable fields were in full swing with lots of harvesting going on. The weather was typical Central Coast, with a high marine layer and no sun. The wind was mostly quartering from behind so it made for easy pedaling. We had a plan to stop in Orcutt at one of our favorite eating places and getting one of Jack's famously huge, tasty burgers for brunch. We turned off the route as we got into Orcutt, made our way over to Jack's and found it was closed. Not just closed but the building was gutted. There was a sign in front inviting everyone to look forward to the opening of Jack's new restaurant. We cursed the bad luck, turned around and began to look for another place to eat. We saw a place (Kay's) not 2 blocks away with lots of people sitting at tables outside in front. There was a huge coffee pot on one of the tables and there were open tables. We pulled in, parked the bike and walked inside. They told us they didn't serve food in the front but seeing our bike clothes, suggested we walk around the back where they had a patio with a wind fence and heaters. They asked where we had been riding and when we told them we had come from San Francisco, they thought that was pretty cool. We decided on Kay's special scramble to split along with homemade biscuits and home fries. They poured coffee and then quickly the food was served. They said they put us at the front of the line because of our biking tales. The food was so good, the plates were so full, the coffee strong and tasty, and the biscuits were hot and fresh. We relaxed awhile and called Georgia to give our status. I told here we would be there in about 2-3 hours as our pace was slow and there were some fairly big hills coming up and off we went. Well it seems we were really fired up by the food and coffee and averaged over 18 mph between there and Lompoc getting into town quicker than expected. Georgia and Wayne were there to greet us with big hugs. A special bonus was their daughter, Jillian coming through with her fiance on there way to his families place up the road a bit. We changed clothes then went over to Tom's for a burger and beer. We filled up and went to the store to stock up for dinner. On the way back they dropped us at Jim's to visit and meet his new wife Lillian. She is Taiwanese and made fresh dumplings. Jim was our children's teacher and our close friend for many years. It was so good to see him and meet Lillian.
They looked so happy together. We caught up on all that was going on and realized the visit was way to short. Will have to do it again when we have more time to visit. Georgia picked us up and we got back just in after Jilly arrived. We got more hugs and met Dustin. That was a very short visit and they had to leave.
Wayne recently began working for the city as the park host at one of Lompoc's most beautiful parks. It is in the foothills on the edge of town, close to where we pick up Hwy 1 for the last leg. The view from their kitchen window looks over the town of Lompoc, down the river valley all the way to the ocean. Wayne is so happy the he found his "retirement gig". We had a delicious dinner, utilized their spa bath, drank good wine and caught up on all the news from Lompoc, the families and our old church. Our lives were so intertwined in the old Lompoc days. Seems we sort of grew up some together as we all went through good and bad together. We do miss them so and look forward to the next visit.
The next morning we slept in some, had coffee and lingered around till Wayne had to go on to church to get the choir together. We lingered a little longer, packed up and hit the road. It was the last leg of the journey. These were roads we had driven many thousands of miles on and they were full of memories. Time to move on.
Day 7: October 11th, 2009
Lompoc to Santa Barbara
Elevation gained: 2800 ft
Before you knew it we were at the top of the climb.
The first time I drove over this road was over 23 years ago. I was driving to my construction job with my carpool. The marine layer was thick and lying almost on the ground at the top of this hill. Just past the 7% grade sign someone had stuck a mountain lion with their vehicle and killed it. It was laying on the side of the road with a beer can under it's chin, holding it's head up. That is a memory I will always have of this place.
The road was good with rolling hills. We had a good pace all the way into Goleta. At Hollister Ranch Rd. you must exit as the road turns back into closed expressway. The route takes you into Goleta and then gets you on a bike path that starts at UCSB. That is where we got a little confused and wound up on a nice tour of campus before finally finding our route. From then it was a nice quiet bike path through the woods and the Goleta Slough. It went for several miles then reconnected us with downtown. The Pacific Coast Bike Route then takes you along Cabrillo Blvd, back under the freeway and right down to the pier. WE MADE IT!!!!!!
After that we took nice hot showers, shaved, and cleaned up for happy hour. They serve wine, coffee, tea and very tasty snacks promptly at 5. We indulged to whet our appetites for dinner. We walked to Stearn's Wharf and out on the pier to the Shellfish Company. We got a table outside as the weather was nice and we had been outside so much it would have been weird crowded up with a lot of people inside.
The food and wine were good and the company was the best.
I can't think of anyone else I would want to spend so much time together with than the woman of my dreams.
We sat and looked back at the city and all the lights. We watched fish jumping and catching bugs on the surface, leaving trails of bio-luminescence (luminous green glowing trails from the plankton). It was the end of the day, of the end of the journey. We were tired, happy, proud of our accomplishment and a little sad the ride was over.
The next morning we had breakfast at the hotel. They served fresh fruit, cereal, rolls, sweet cakes, yogurt and even have a waffle maker. The coffee was very good and fresh. All this was included. We watched the weather channel and knew we had one day before the storm was coming. We walked up and down State Street and window shopped. Deborah bought herself some new shoes, we had coffee, and we strolled down memory lane. Many of the old stores we remembered from years past were gone. The old independent bookstore was now a Barnes and Nobles. Worst of all the place we planned for lunch the whole trip was now a Verizon store. We had many great lunches at the Italian Greek Delicatessen. We asked people in some of the stores if they knew what happened but most of them were young people and had no knowledge of what the story was. We finally found out the family had just gotten tired and made a deal to lease the building to Verizon. Seems they shut down in 2007, an end of an era.
We walked back down a few blocks and found.............
the food was just what we wanted and the owner was a friend of the Italian Greek Deli owners. He told us the story and we thanked him and complimented him on the excellent lunch. Greek food accomplished.
We walked back to the hotel for a little nap. We got up and went for another soak in the Jacuzzi. It had just started to rain a little so we sat in the spa and got rained on. It was a nice feeling overall. We cleaned up and went for happy hour where we chatted with some of the other guests. It was a nice day overall. We met Emmylou for dinner at a Mexican restaurant that night. She and Jim were both teachers at our childrens Montessori School in Lompoc. We talked about old times and caught up on family. Food was good and it was good to see her again. The rain had stopped so we walked home nice and dry. We had picked up a bottle of wine earlier in the day and had a night cap before turning in. The next morning was breakfast and Pacific Storm. The rain was really coming down. I took a cab to the airport and picked up the rental van to drive us home. We loaded the bike, our bags and ourselves for the long drive home.
The storm was fierce and we had to drive carefully all the way home avoiding the fools and the wrecks on the side of the road. We made it home safely and picked up the boys at Francescas. They were very happy to see us and we happy to see them. I missed my furry buddies.
I know that we are not the first ones to make this trip nor will we be the last. It was our firs tour and won't be our last. I enjoyed every minute we were on the road. It was a journey with my best friend and I will never forget it.
"Life is not just a destination but a journey. While the expedition can be long and arduous, it can be full of beauty and pleasure as well"