Califronia, no doubt about it.

So I've only got 10 minutes left on this computer so I'll be quick.

Humbug Mt. was the shit. I might have mentioned how awesome Oregon's hiker/biker sites are, but this one was quite superb. We were in private tiered little campsites, but that did not deter us from meeting new people. We met an older guy who talked a lot and a 19 year old kid named Chris who started in Anchorage Alaska! Motherfucker was touring down the coast to LA where he was meeting a friend and going off to college in Arizona. And I thought I was hot shit because my friends and I packed all our luxuries in backpacks and shuffled from one major European city to another after high school. We biked with Chris a bit the next day and rolled into Harris Beach, the "gold standard" of hiker biker sites about 5 miles from the California border. There it was a virtual hiker/biker party. I got to contribute to the delinquincy of a minor, spoke German with a swiss guy named Simon, who we met a few days before at Bandon, and we chatted with some girls who were making their way down South, taking plenty of detours and with the help of some creepy dude named David, who we learned only hosts girls on couchsurfing.org. A bit of estrogen was a nice change from the month long dude fest.

From Harris Beach we rode down to the California border. As if weather respected borders, once we crossed into Cali the sun started shining and all seemed well. For those of you who may or may not have heard about the heat wave in the Northwest, fear not, we got none of that heat. In fact, for reasons still unclear to me, the heat on the other side of the Cascades, sucked all the moisture out and dumped it on the coast. In other words, up until Cali, we hadn't seen the sunshine since leaving Astoria. Its been cold, clammy, and miserable. Yet still amazing, which says a lot about the Oregon coast. The clouds came back of course, and we started the longest climb we've don yet. 1,200 feet of biking up a mountain in redwoods national and state park. Dethe cold and the climb, it was stunning. The redwoods are some of the oldest and tallest trees in the world, and can live up to 2,100 years old. The majesty of it all is just too hard to describe, and the few pics that I took cannot even begin to do justice to the experience of biking through one of the most ancient forests in the world. We camped in Redwoods state park, bear lockers and all (first night in bear country and I'm still in one piece!). We bumped into Simon again, and met this guy named Ryan from Atlanta who's been on the road for five months now. He started in Atlanta and has been going all over. Texas, Oklahoma, Colorado, Eugene, etc. Tonight we're hoteling in Eureka, and tomorrow night we meet Ryan and Simon in Humbolt state park.

ciao.