[My journal got wet and unfortunately I was writing with a felt-tip pen, so the majority of the ink bled and 50 percent of what I wrote is illegible. I'll do my best to decipher/elaborate on what needs to be elaborated upon. Note to self: never journal with a felt tip pen.]
Arrived yesterday in San Fransisco after a rewarding 80-mile push. A long day of anticipation and picking blackberries on the side of the highway lead up to the moment that finally came when Alan, Christian, Dan and I were braving the strong wind to slam down a bottle of Champagne at the Apex of the Golden Gate Bridge. Although it was ideal that we could all cross the bridge together--sharing our moment of final victory--Matt was already up ahead of us, and Kristen accidentally took a detour that put her about an hour behind. We had no clue where Shannon and Colleen were, and Lee had broken from the group to visit his Grandfather who lived just north of the Bay area.
Once we all got back together, we rolled into downtown San Fransisco and bid farewell. Matt extended his hospitality to Shannon and Colleen, who we planned to meet the following day, and Alan had a boat to catch in which he would sail down to San Diego. Kristen, Christian, Dan and I ended up getting ahold of Duncan, Georgia and Lee and we all pitched in ten bucks each for a little hotel room that Christian had pre-booked for himself. One bed, five bikes and seven bodies... yeah.
Lee met up with some friends and went to a show at the Fillmore, Kristen met up with some of her friends, and Christian, Dan and I got burgers before finally crashing out in our teeny hotel. I awoke early this morning to spend my last 70 bucks on a bus ticket down to Oceanside. It leaves tomorrow morning. Lee said that he'd spot me some cash if I kept riding with him, Kristen and Christian the rest of the way down to S.D., and Duncan and Georgia invited me to go out to Mammoth with them to visit Duncan's aunt, but I had already told my family that I'd meet them down in Oceanside. So many opportunities!
To pull me through the last day, I ended up chiding my mom into loaning me 80 dollars to live off of until I got back home. That's actually what I'm doing now--waiting in a bank for my mom to transfer some funds into my account. Then I'll go meet up with the rest of the crew and enjoy the last of their company... at least for now.
[My journal got wet and unfortunately I was writing with a felt-tip pen, so the majority of the ink bled and 50 percent of what I wrote is illegible. I'll do my best to decipher/elaborate on what needs to be elaborated upon. Note to self: never journal with a felt tip pen.]
1 comment:
SO happy to see you've finally completed this glorious chapter of your blog. Really enjoyed reading it...
When discussing the room in San Fran, please don't forget to mention two of those seven bodies had just eaten at an all-garlic restaurant and the remaining five had been sweaty and stinky every day for approximately 3 weeks prior. It really lets readers in on the... ummmm... aroma of the room.
Thanks again for being so hospitable in Denver!! GREAT to see you, I had SO much fun and even managed the long haul the next morning... Maybe I can come back through soon!
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