But, the clock kept ticking and my feet grew itchy quickly, so James, Chad, and I took off up the 154 and over the San Marcos Pass, climbing the consistent 8% grade for quite a while, but admiring the novel views of the ocean from the mountainside the entire way. Upon cresting the pass, we began a long decent into the Lake Cachuma Recreation Area, which was covered by a thick floor of white fog. We decended the sunny mountainside down into the fog and were soon engulfed by its presence and before we knew it we were riding through cold, dark country underneath a impenetrable roof of fog.
We continued for another 70 miles or so to complete the 90 mile day in Grover Beach, where I had called the local church and told them about us and our ride to San Francisco to ask if they could help. Pastor Ron was unbelievably generous and not only gave us a place to stay, but also invited us to have dinner with his family and clean up at his house. Although we already had plans for dinner with Vant’s aunt, the astounding generosity was touching and inspiring.
We had the aforementioned dinner with Vant’s aunt, which was awesome, and then we went down to the beach and had a campfire that made me feel like I was living Laguna Beach.