So Hum - Blogabond

The ride from Burlington campground back to the 101 was mellow route down the Avenue of the Giants through the rural towns of Miranda and Redcrest. A short while on the 101 brought me to Garberville, where I stopped at a deli which makes an awesome reuben Sandwich. A fellow out front struck up conversation. I thought he was a transient but it turned out he owned the art gallery across the street. Only in Humboldt.

I stopped down the way at a park in Benbow and stretched for a while feeling unhurried and open to anything. Eventually I found myself at the Standish-Hickey state park, where James was almost finished with a six pack. The atmosphere was less festive than Burlington. We were the only bikers there. The sun set and we sat around over a few beers. James explained the problem of Canuck John thusly:

"The guy looks like a potato and he's full of shit."

Which was probably mostly true. So we laughed like baboons doing Canuck John impressions late into the night.

"So I woke up the other morning on top of this fine brunette thing and..."

"Did I tell you about the time when I...."

What more can be said? The guy is a classic specter of the Hike and Bike subrealms, and one may take Comfort in the fact that even now Canuck John is out there somewhere emitting strange odors and high-velocity plot lines to anything in ear shot before hopping back on his bike and cracking a warm can of cheap brew saying, "Slowly but surely, thats me!"

written by

chaddeal on October 21, 2009 from Redway, United States

from the travel blog: The CaliforniaX 9000 Autumnal Bicycle Bonanza

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