I, like Flynn, am also beginning a cross-continental trip. I arrived in Oakland, CA thursday evening after spending about 12 combined hours sitting in three different airports. Suffice it to say I will never fly America West again, and I will think long and hard before bringing a bike to the airport without any sort of shipping container.
The following friday nite might as well have been a WCP reunion party. I think about five out of 30 people there had not attended Western at some point. We passed around the trip journal and got it back 120 pages half-spent.
Hannah bought greg and I dried seafood (crumbled, dried shrimp for me; an entire dried salmon for greg) and ordered us to come up with at least ten uses for the pair on our trip (the first: bikinis). About an hour later, Nick and I walked down to lake Merritt and fed the shrimp to the bottom feeders and geese. We waited for some ravenous aquatic demon to come springing out of the water as we sprinkled the ground sea dung across the water, but found ourselves disappointed.
Yesterday we picked up the remainder of our supplies and hung out at the Book Zoo, outside of which a lovely Brazillian band had developed moorings. Tomorrow we leave from the coast.
Greg put up a website that he can somehow post to from his cellphone (and whenever we pass by a public library), so if you'd like to stay posted on our progress the site is: bikebums.com. (It's not quite put together yet, but should congeal in the next day or so.)
posted by Little Gordie @ 1:24 PM
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