By Fred Smoak

Some of you may have heard me say on occasion that I am not sure I like riding my bike as much as having ridden my bike. This has not been the case this trip. Whether at sea level or up 800 feet, there were wonderful vistas of long, slow rolling surf, wide beaches, dramatic rock outcropping, and stands of trees so windswept they look they have been styled with a blower and giant brush. 
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