This should be my penultimate post. I’ve made it into California and over the Sierra Nevada’s. I think yesterday had more downhill than any other day of my trip. I went from 8,500ft at the top of Carson Pass down to around 2,000ft. Its been weeks since I was below 3,500ft and I finally got to enjoy the payoff on all those interminable climbs.
My host last night was a homeless guy named Wally. I was getting ready to setup camp in a local park when he came by and warned me that the cops would make me leave, so he invited me to his campsite. There we had dinner with his neighbors Johnny Rotten and Annette. He cooked some awesome burgers. We stayed up pretty late and talked about his life and my travels. In the morning he wouldn’t let me leave without giving me some snacks for my ride. I’ve met a lot of people on my journey and the one thing they all have in common is incredible hospitality.