Day 2: it's easy to be spiritual when your voice is gone

Wow. What a day. Up to a crappy start, waking up and finding that your voice is gone and the inside of the tent is completely wet with condensation. But after a great breakfast (the roadies spoil us here, breakfast tortillas and fresh oatmeal..) even a crappy day can turn good.

And turn good it did. The route was a 110 mile ride out of Santa Cruz, through Salinas and the farming communities along highway 1, 17 and 15, all the way to King City.

Some highlights from the day: free espresso and smoothies in Salinas, lots of fields ( i honestly can recognize a variety of fruits and vegetable plants now.. Cauliflowers, artichokes - they're ugly as hell, who thought they were going to be edible, first... Beats me! - strawberries, scallions, celery and kale, lots and lots of kale....).

I skipped out, thanks purely to my better judgement to not worsen my head cold, on the river swim... Matt didn't and in the met lots of cool people....

I'm meeting lots of people too but i will leave the details of the evening and the spirituality of the experience to another entry: it's late and i need to sleep.

Tomorrow: Quadbuster!