Day 19 – Arcata, CA. 96 km
A long ride today. No camping available anywhere nearby as our legs started to give out, so we’re in a motel. Arcata has a reputation as a “hippy” town. There’s lots of young people with back packs wandering about and the air is skunky with the smell of weed. Our motel is located in the midst of all this. It’s the kind of scene I would have found very appealing in my 20s. I’m pretty sure Sophie feels that way now. But she’s dead tired and with her dad.
We had a trio of young Australian guys in the motel room above ours. We were well asleep when they came in after midnight and started with the music and lots of loud thumping about. It was too much. I went up to complain and found three glassy-eyed cheerful and apologetic guys. The mysterious thumping? One of them was practicing back flips on his bed!
Heya Kev, I’m really enjoying your journey. You are a wonderful writer. I’m both drawn to your experience and repelled. From the high life in Paris, I’m very happy to just read about it. Thanks for making the blog!