//location:

Samuel P. Taylor State Park

Lagunitas, Calif.

//time: 9:52 pm

//mi: 996

//from where I write:

Wow I haven't been this self-loathingly full in a long time. Like, lying on my stomach right now to write this is almost unbearable.

This is pathetic.

Jessica, Alban + I had planned to have this grand Last Night Feast. Camping together last night at Bodega Dunes, we got a little sentimental. It feels strange that my days on the road are ending; I know it'll only have been 23 days (and a scant 23rd at that -- planning a very early arrival in SF tomorrow am) but this life is just so drastically different from any norm I've been lived, it feels like it's been forever. For Jess + Alban, though, it really has been forever. Like, how do you snap back into normal life after 16 months and the world behind you? I was third-party-sentimental for them. I felt like I've really bonded with them in this final stretch and I'm so so incredibly happy for them and proud of their journey. It's weird to me that their end is tomorrow, too.

And so, since all things worth celebrating should be celebrated with good food, we committed to indulgence and dreamt about the feast to come for our day's 41 miles.

I bought a giant loaf of bread from this lil bakery in Tomales (which was crawling with cyclists holy crap -- all the day rides our from San Francisco and Sausalito etc. It is Saturday, after all), a thing of brie, wine, chocolate, bananas, zucchini, corn and a giant bulbous eggplant, which I ended up wedging under my saddle and above my rack, secured with my bandana. It worked, but my legs kept rubbing up on it every other push on the pedals. Yum ~seasoning~. Ok. (Btw, wondering how I packed all this? I've become a master of Tetris feat. Obscurely Shaped Objects.)

Ew even writing and reminiscing about it now makes me a lil nauseous. TOO SOON.

And I'm actually too full to continue lying on my stomach + so I'ma finish writing this in the morning. And I think I'm feeling the wine and stuff and maybe some sadness that this is over. Or maybe it's happiness. Idk can't tell 2 full 4 emotions.

Last Night Feast: roasted eggplant + zuch + corn, brie + bread, inventive cheddar, eggplant+egg, tomato wrap (tied and toasted, of course). And of course, wine wine wine.

//morning after

ok it's very early right now like 6:15 am and it's chilly so ima make this quick. got up at the butt crack of dawn so i can make my brunch res in SF. I'm stoked. But still recovering from dinner last night holy crap.

There were more cyclists at this camp than I've seen at any other. Fifteen total. We had a lil tent city going on. Everyone was super friendly. When I arrived (around 6pm), Alban + Jess were already there. Another couple and then a solo who all just rode up for a weekend camping escape. Oh, and another solo dude and i forget what his story thing was. Anyway, I rolled up to the entry gate and the ranger told me three poopy things: 1) $7 instead of the usual $5; 2) no showers due to the severity of the drought; 3) the regular hiker/biker site was full and i'd be the first at the overflow site, which he described as "off this second loop here, past the bathrooms and then up this hill..." and as soon as he said "up" I was like nah fuck that noise, sir, I camp where I pleaaaaase and rolled out. As I rolled into the NONoverflow site, I was welcomed with "hello stranger! have some wine!" and I was like MUH PEOPLE.

Anyway, gtg pack up things and Jessica said she + Alban wanted to get up at 6:45 to say bye to me, so that's going to be a lil sad goodbye soon. ugh. all these things.

I'll just eat this banan--HOLY CRAP FUCKING CHIPMUNKS TORE A HOLE IN MY TRUNK AND STOLE MY PITA WHAT IS THIS A JOKE COME ON IM ALMOST DONE WITH THE TOUR JESUS LEAVE ME ALONE LOOK HOW MANY OTHER PEOPLE'S SHIT IS IN THIS CAMP WHY COULDNT YOU FIND SOMETHING ELSE OR JUST DO YOUR NATURE THING AND EAT EARTH STUFF GOD.

goodbye.