Cascadia to Aztlan - Coasting the One

Riding the coast you might assume we were past the big hills, such as the Grayback, we rode into California across, or the Bald Hill, coming out of the Klamath valley. But the coast had its own challenges: The road would fall steeply, winding over many turns into a hairpin curve, out of which it would climb just as steeply hopefully into an outlook with some breathtaking view... not that you had any breath left anyway, after that climb. So coasting was the last thing we do, instead try to gain some precious momentum.

For a while this constant up-and-down was fun, but after miles after miles... they added up. And we got righteously tired. But it was worth it. The scenery, the occasional crazy building, the sunshine, and the comeradery of the road superceded the exhaustion, the increasing traffic, and the occaional precariousness of the road itself. Here is a visual taste of the California Coastal Highway One.