Bonfired up!

I watched Thursday's sunset alone from the Cliffhouse. It was a brief moment of meditation after a frenzied month of anticipation and preparation. The microplanning of my last two weeks was precisely what this upcoming ride is supposed to avoid.

As I approached Fulton on what will be my home for the next two months, I immediately heard some tunes (thanks A), spotted my supporters, and smelled bottomless vegan tamales (courtesy Bernardo's) next to a raging bonfire. I felt the calmness that only true friendships can provide before the storm of emotion that accomanies long-distance cycling.

Sausalito was the next stop to crash with homeboy O. Hospitable as always, he fired up some tea and we dreamed about where our upcoming months will take us.