In Pictures: Epic bike journey down the Pacific Coast, from Vancouver to San Diego
Bike touring isn’t just about what bike you ride, or how many kilometres you average each day. It’s about slowing down, absorbing the landscape instead of speeding by, and connecting with the people you pass. As a photographer, it’s the ultimate adventure, a chance to see things I’d never normally spot and stop whenever I please. Add to that freedom the unique joys of riding solo and you open yourself up to unexpected twists that travelling by car or with a group simply don’t allow for.
Highway 1 down the West Coast of the United States, from Vancouver to San Diego, is a hugely popular route for the cycling obsessed. And it’s not hard to see why. The epic scenery – from rugged mountains and huge Redwoods in the north, to warm pacific vistas and red cliffs in the south – are enough to entice almost anyone. But when I set out alone in early Autumn to take in this storied route, it wasn’t just the views I was looking forward to. It was the strangers I knew I’d meet.
One day, I ended up at a church in Crescent City on the border between Oregon and California. The church plays host to anyone arriving by bike and that night I shared the floor with fifteen others. A German scientist in a tent, a burly Australian pulling a surfboard on a trailer, a French couple carting a rottweiler in a dog box, and a guy from Portland living off “peanut butter soup”, which consisted of mixing peanuts into peanut butter. You can stay as long as you like providing the church is clean on Friday mornings for the weekly knitting club.
It was here that the Redwood Orphans were formed. Evie, a sci-fi writer from Bellingham, Ben the bearded Australian in a Stars and Stripes shirt, a bike mechanic from Seattle called Tommy, Richard, the peanut butter-loving Portland local and myself. A group of total strangers, now good friends, who met on the open road.
For the next two weeks we rode together through the Redwoods of Northern Cali, spending our mornings fuelling up on coffee and pancakes and our nights sleeping under strung-up tarps. One night, in a small spot just north of Manchester, we slept next to the town’s fire truck in an old barn; in Santa Cruz we met a hospitable barista who let us take over his backyard. Travelling by bike seems to open people up to you; they want to know your story, where you’ve come from, and where you’re heading. One day, a guy in a line at a café in Southern Cali bought me lunch and gave me fifty bucks saying, ‘You gotta support the tour.’
But as quickly as the Orphans had formed, we went our separate ways. By the time I was taking in the vistas of the Big Sur, I was riding solo again. And that’s the beauty of a long ride, for me. You’re never really alone.
This article originally appeared in Huck 51 – The Adventure Issue. Grab a copy in the Huck Shop or subscribe today to make sure you don’t miss another issue.
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