Expectations are tricky things, they help prepare you for what you are about to undertake and yet if they are unrealistic they can lead to disappointment. Which is sad when you end up disappointed in something that was actually pretty amazing.
This was the problem I created with the Spring Trip.
I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about the trip in the last month. After the fact and remembering how I felt for most of the trip while I was on the road it was a great trip. I had tons of fun and with a few modifications can’t wait to do it again.
The First day we rode up the California Coast on Highway One. While maybe not the most beautiful part of Highway one, it certainly makes it’s claim to being such. The weather couldn’t be better, it was a rare sunny day on the northern coast, the typical fog that comes in so often in the summer was absent and it hovered in the high 60’s and low 70 degrees Fahrenheit until we headed inland to the avenue of the Giants.
It did warm up a bit once we turned inland but luckily it did not get too hot since we were mostly in amongst the trees.
Soon after we finished the Avenue of the Giants we reached Eureka, where we found a cheap but well located hotel where we would spend the next two nights.
We had a good evening, first getting oysters and trying local wine and then eating dinner the night passing quickly fueled with good conversation between friends who don’t get to see each other often enough.
The next morning we got up early to head East on 299 to Weaverville to have breakfast with another friend who was up riding in the area with a local he knew. We had a good breakfast, the key part being what I latter would call the go faster hash browns.
Taking advantage of expert knowledge of our new companion we headed down Highway 3 to Hayfork and then doubled back to a little back road to Wildwood on Highway 136. There we parted ways with our new guide and headed back West toward Eureka.
We took a brief break for milkshakes in down town Mad River (another good suggestion from our local guide). We then continued on and due to some confusion, my brother ended up leading for a while. It was then that I realized how much better he had become. His speed all day seemed better, but the subjective testing of how long I seemed to be waiting for him wasn’t to be trusted. However when following him for almost an hour I realized that he really was riding with more confidence. His speed in corners was good and I was impressed by his control of the motorcycle. Hence the go faster hash browns, he ate all of his for breakfast while I ate barely any of mine. Since it was the only note worthy thing he ate differently than I did all day I decided they must be the cause.
We finished the ride by meeting up with the last of the four of us who had to join us a day late at the hotel. We then had a repeat of the night before. Local oysters, wine and a good dinner with my good friends.
The next two days would be just as fun and I’ll share them with you soon.