When I left this morning at 6:00 am, it was still really warm outside.
In fact, I usually ride in “layers” which I remove as the day heats up, but this morning I started with my “mid-ride” layers because it was so warm already. I didn’t know it yet, but today’s weather would turn out to be pretty extreme.
Today was nostalgic. Back in November, I wanted to do an experimental ride to see if I could make the kind of distance I would need to do this trip on my bike, with all my gear packed, etc… So I had set out to do a trip from home to Santa Barbara over a weekend. It ended up going well and made me decide to give the full trip from Canada to Mexico a shot.
As I rode today, I recall thinking to myself all those months ago, “Man, am I really going to go all the way from Canada to Mexico?”
I remember how long of a journey just those two days felt, and now here I am, riding the same route today and tomorrow, except instead of coming from home, I’ve been on the road for a month now cycling every single day with the aim of making it all the way to the border.
I was able to see Amanda one last time. She woke up a couple of hours after I did and then met me down in Orcutt for some breakfast. I couldn’t stick around as long as I had wanted to because it was already super hot outside and I still had about 3 hours of cycling to go.
I went through so much liquid on today’s ride - two Gatorade bottles and a half a bottle of water.
Much like a fire at a circus - this heat was intense. (Get it like “in tents”? Because it’s a circus…) It got up to 100 in Buellton, and then something odd happened.
It began to get more and more humid, then started sprinkling a bit. Later I got an alert on my cell phone saying that I should gather my things and prepare to evacuate near the Alamo area…
Apparently, there’s some crazy storm rolling through that’s causing some flooding. It hasn’t hit where I’m at (at least at the time of this writing), but I hope whatever it clears up soon.
We’ll see how this plays out…