//location:
Gold Bluffs
Prairie Creek Redwoods State Park
//time: 10:05 am
//mi: 2hungry4math
//from where I write:
I am absolutely starving.
And I already went through my last resort protein bar stash last night (shaaaame).
new low
Went on a hike + came back insatiable so I fought my way through the Clif bars. And mashed up a sorry can of salmon sigh some dijon mustard, shoved it into a pita and convinced myself it was dinner.
My stomach is grumbling so intensely right now. Wow.
& had half a pita for breakfast and now the only good I have left with me is an envelope of the sundried tomato + olive oil tuna whose package advertises it as "gourmet," and on this trip, I've come to agree.
Of course, it doesn't help that I'm reading Ruth Reichl right now. It's a memoir of her time as the NY Times restaurant critic. All this woman does is eat + love lood + love New York. And her story is entertaining so I can't stop reading, but it's making me deliriously hungry.
It's also making me miss NY and the industry and warm food and sushi and all other good things that aren't six miles up a dirt+gravel climb.
Also, talking about NY with Mike (cyclist mike, not hitchhike mike), made me miss it a lot, too. He lives there.
I'm so excited to move into my place in Brooklyn. It's in a more industrial area right in bk navy yard, but seems spacious and the price is great, too. I like one of my roommates a lot + the other I haven't met but I trust the one's judgement so I'm sure the other guy's cool, too.
Actually for some funny reason, I trust Elijah's judgement so much that I don't even know what the place looks like. I don't think I've ever gone into something so blind before. Should be fun!
Ok I'm pretending like I'm not thinking about food right now by that's honestly all I can fill my imagination with. Can't wait to buy a waffle iron and unpack my one egg wonder pan.
Damn it Ruth Reichl and your sashimi + wine poached pears + lobster risotto.
Currently waiting for this family to get back from their little a.m. beach stroll so I can tether my bike to their car roof and peace outta here. It's cold, kind of misty, breezy. Mini rockslides keep shooting off the cliffs in front of my.
Especially toward the tail end of my hitchhike ride yesterday, I couldn't ston obsessively assessing the gravely road to Gold Bluffs.
As thankful as I was that I'd been offered a ride down, I was just as terrified of the thought of venturing back in the morning.
Last night during my hike I decided I was pretty much left with two options:
1) scope out camp + see who's leaving tomorrow, and who of those folk has a vehicle that would be capable of accommodating my bike;
2) get up early + begin what I'd anticipated to be a 3hr fight with the hills and sand.
So this morning I woke up, and on my waddle to the bathroom (drank way too much water las night to satiate hunger), I stopped to talk to the family whose site I'm sitting at now.
As my eyes widened explaining the six miles of gravely impossibilities, they eagerly offered to throw my bike on top of their SUV and drive me out to paved road.
So, so thankful.
Dominic, Mia + Terry, you've made my day and saved me 3 hours and an unquantifiable volume of frustration.