Riding California’s High Sierra Oregon to San Clemente
It’s Labor Day weekend and only a fool would set out for the most populace state in America with no reservations and nothing but a tent for backup. But love is blind, and only fools fall in love…. and yeah, I’m not the brightest bulb so here we go……….Karla is on an extended stay, so I need to get there and what better way than, Riding California’s High Sierra Oregon to San Clemente.
Besides finding love I had but three goals;
Ride great motorcycle roads
Meet interesting people
Eat wonderful plant based food.
“California is the place you ought to be, so he loaded up the bike and headed to…..” Yes, Beverly Hillbillies…
I think the wind chill at 37 degrees with let’s say a 65 mph wind starts feeling like……oh really, the NOAA chart doesn’t go quite that low…..Hmmm, well it’s below 17 F.
This calls for “Warm N Safe” heated gear, the best electric motorcycle clothing on the market. I’m wearing just a jacket liner and glove liners, with a wireless controller…….and I’m toasty, like being wrapped in an electric blanket and I can’t turn either up to high because it’s too hot…….oh yeah……this is luxury.
As all trips South out of Central Oregon go; pretty soon it’s so nice you’re thinking, “Why don’t I live in California?” Then I tell myself, “you did live in California and couldn’t wait to get away.”
So this is where riding a motorcycle and finding the meaning of life, finding yourself…… all start to come together…..oh sure I’ve been to a therapist and he made me realize I needed a motorcycle 🙂
I need some straight roads for contemplation time……… not roads like this…
I can not think of anything other than staying between the lines…..I’ll get back to you on the soul searching……
Introspection in the end may be the only route to fundamental change in any of us, as scary as it may be…..look deep, all by yourself, brutal honesty is how we push ourselves toward rewarding change.
My head is not in it’s normal happy place, I’m missing Karla intensely; since she left I’ve been dealing with feelings of reality that before I could deny existed. It’s like I’ve lost not only my best friend, but the wind is not filling my sails and my confidence taken a dump……..this is not me.
I did pass through Lassen Volcanic National Park…..
My version of, “Getting High”
On top of the world for a moment.
Chester, California, we stayed here before, and I love Chester, it’s a mountain town with blue skies, refreshing clean air and the locals are genuine and welcoming. I needed some honest, nice folks………I refrained from hugging a couple of strangers, but that’s how I am; I’d just as soon hug you as shake your hand.
I love good coffee and I love coffeehouses, so much that for many years I owned a coffee roasting company and several coffeehouses. It’s a nostalgia with roots in the beatnik’s of the ’60’s but the draw to me is community; sharing conversation, ideas and philosophy’s it is so simple, yet so deep…….depending on where you want it to go.
California has great motorcycle roads crossing the Sierras
I chose Sunday morning to make my run at Los Angeles
Palm Trees…..we aren’t in Oregon anymore Toto
Look who showed up at Veggie Grill.……It was love at first sight.
Karla has been in SoCal on an extended visit with her parents and I don’t think I could miss anyone more. Now off to visit the folks and then sneak away to the beach house.
These are the decisions facing us on vacation, her Dad is so nice to let us use his car. But down here, I’m not parking the bike, so Karla drives and I ride to San Clemente.
Santa Catalina Island in the distance, reunited with my best friend….As my shirt says, “Life is Good!”
Two days before I was wearing heated gear….I have to keep reminding myself what it is I dislike so much about California……this is really hard to take 🙂
So that was my trip to California, in the next post I’ll be sharing the trip home. I took four days to ride up the entire coastline and it was extraordinarily gorgeous….
I cannot close with a random dog photo…..this one’s not really so random……Max was rescued by Karla’s parents……..
Max loves to play……don’t we all???
Until next time.. Life is short, start living now.