Sunday, Sep.
16, 2007
Oceano
Dunes → Morro
Rock
Distance: 84.20
km, Time: 5:50:36 Std., Total: 710.62 km
I slowly cruised into the city of Oceano, a small town with a little more than 7.200 citizens already in San Luis Obispo county.
Beside the road I found a DIY laundy. After my sandy adventure I wanted to wash all of my clothes including the sleeping bag there. Maybe because it was a Sunday morning I stepped through the door into a Mexican world: the custom of washing clothes on this actual Holy Day!
Beside the road I found a DIY laundy. After my sandy adventure I wanted to wash all of my clothes including the sleeping bag there. Maybe because it was a Sunday morning I stepped through the door into a Mexican world: the custom of washing clothes on this actual Holy Day!
“2By
the seventh day God had finished the work he had been doing; so on the
seventh day he rested from all his work. 3Then God blessed the
seventh day and made it holy, because on it he rested from all
the work of creating that he had done (Genesis 2).”
During my ½ hour washing and drying procedure the only white
American was a camper with a basket full of dirty clothes, on the basis of the
quantity possibly the clothes for one week.
As I stuffed my clothes into my saddle bags I discovered
and watch several homeless. The returned empty bottles to a collection point
for empty bottles and earned some cents this way. They immediately went with
their possessions into the supermarket in the next building and bought food and
something to drink.
Again I went back to the Highway 1. As I already
mentioned that sand and bikes to not work well together I decided to
pay a visit to a car wash. For US$2.00 I steamed off my bike in a respektfull
distance to the bearings and the chain. With clean clothes and a clean bike I
headed northwards...
Near the Pismo Heights the Highway 1 joined with the
Freeway 101, again I could ride on an American Freeway. Along the Freeway there
are beaches on beaches like the Shell Beach, Spindrift, Saint Andrews, Spyglass
with its Memory Park, North Spyglass, the South Palisades until I came to the
the exit of Avila Beach, “The Land of the Ahhs.”
I came to a beautiful Mediterranean small village
with white painted houses which matched admirable to the white beach sand.
Despite of the Sunday beautiful sunshine there was no one in the water, only 2
Mexicans played beach soccer, obviously because of the already hot sand in
socks! As I wanted to take a photo I discovered a yellow warning sign saying:
“Confirmed Shark Attack August 2008”! Wow, even on the beautiful Atlantic
waters it is advised to watch out!
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| Confirmed Shark Attack August 2008 |
I continued and
discovered and elderly couple sitting in front of a pier selling oil paintings
(painted by them?). I still wondered where all the citizens might be…
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| Selling Oil Paintings |
As
I was already here I wanted to visit nearby Fisherman’s Beach. The road led me
through a very pleasant cool forest; the road went
mostly downhill and no car to be seen near & far. The air was filled the
pleasant scent of pinewood which let me forget the heat a few minuted ago. I
had to stop to take out my hoodie out of my saddlebag, it was really
getting to cold!
After I passed
a golf course I finally arrived at the beach. Locals call it the 'Dog Beach'
because dogs are allowed to roam off leach here. Contrary to the before
mentioned Avila Beach the Fisherman's beach is nestled within a half-round bay,
there are no directly buildings beside the beach. But I could see RVs camping
beside the road some in the sun but some in the shadows. As I prepared for a
photo beside the signboard a newspaper reading American in bathing trunks got
up from his folding camping chair and asked me if he could of any help. Of
course I agreed that he helped me with a photo... I am imagine it might look a
little odd to see an elderly gentlemen in trunks taking a photo of a much younger
biker wearing a hoodie...
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| Fisherman's Beach |
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