Greetings from Hotsville

Actually, we're in Garberville but it might as well be called Hotsville. I know we shouldn't be complaining about the heat since Portland peeps and LA peeps are frying, but when you're going uphill with a loaded bike on hot asphalt it feels like you're frying. 

See what I mean! Anyhow, we made a decision to stop here for the night and rest up for our next two days of hills, hills and more hills. We'll talk more about that in our next post if we survive it.

A recap of our last couple of days: after being gouged at the Eureka KOA, we rode a a rather pleasant 30 miles or so to Fortuna, CA. On the way we stopped in Loleta at the cheese factory. They loved the fact that we gorged ourselves on 20 different cheese samples and only managed to purchase two cans of soda. Bikers: 1, Loleta Cheese Factory: 0. 

On Tuesday we rode from Fortuna to Burlington Campground. Susana found some blackberries on the side of the rode so we stopped to score some free fruit.

We also rode through the Ave of the Giants, which I was looking forward to. I didn't really notice how giant they were until I got to our campsite and actually looked up. 

We met a nice gentleman at the hiker biker camp who offered to ride the four miles into town for beer. He also provided us with some great guitar playing throughout the night. Score!