Very tough morning; sanctuary in the evening

Though it wasn’t worthy of mention, last night, I couldn’t find a decent meal. There wasn’t a grocery store anywhere within an easy walk, and the area, Cannery Row, just isn’t an area that lends itself to grocery stores. There was a CVS, but canned chicken just wasn’t setting off any bells and whistles with me. There was Mrs. Delicious Cupcakes, but that wouldn’t come close to providing the protein my body needed to repay for the work it had done and the work it would need to do. So I settled for the only easy and close solution, which was a KFC/Long John combination right around the corner from the hostel. Unfortunately, I couldn’t figure out what to get, ordered a couple of fish pieces and a ‘bowl’, which was just carbs! The chicken in it probably totalled 3 oz. My stomach felt satisfied, but those calories were long gone before I even hit the bed.

Then, morning came. I didn’t want to fill up on the free pancakes, so I nibbled on part of one, and just headed out, because I wanted to try Parker-Lusseau’s fare. Again, I bought just carbs! Big mistake. From Parker-Lusseau, and with basically no fuel in the furnace, I headed to Vet’s Memorial Park, and several decent little climbs. The entire first hour of my cycling day was spent walking up hills, wondering what in the world was wrong with me!  By mile 5, I reached the entrance to the Carmel 17 mile drive. This was one of the big “don’t miss” items on my list, but it wasn’t a possibility now. I was basically “bonked”, but walking. Becoming very concerned that there was something seriously, medically wrong, I began to assess what was going on. It became obvious that I might be protein deprived, or dehydrated, or both. Controlled hydration is my way of dealing with limited potty stops, so I monitor my fluids and know I’m “tight” on them. At Carmel-by-the-Sea, I found a grocery and at half a meatloaf sandwich, a 1/4 lb hot dog, and drank a good 48 oz of fluids, which was going to RUIN my routine on potty stops. I enjoyed a leisurely walk and cycle through Carmel-by-the-Sea, and began cycling south. Up some Big A_ _ hills! No problems! Yeah.

The afternoon of beautiful panoramas and lengthy, well graded hills, as well as a high bridge and lovely view, a section of “road that slid away and is being damaged, leaving a single lane for traffic”, and other challenges left me uplifted. I arrived a mile from the entrance to Big Sur in late afternoon and stopped to pick up groceries to last 3 days, and check weather. Thunderstorms were predicted for the night, and the morrow, so I just booked a heated cabin for 2 nights. My body, when touring is like a calorie incinerator. It burns at high temps for 8 hours while I cycle, then when I take a day off, I’m freezing because the incinerator is “off”. As a result, days off require a warm, dry environment to do me some good and it allows me to catch up on laundry.  I pulled over at a campground to find lodging and they kindly sent me next door, to Riverside Camping. Either place is beautiful, the people are kind beyond my own imagining, and I feel tremendous peace and warmth and rest here. Sometimes, you KNOW you are exactly where you are meant to be.

The rain came in buckets through the night. Reports are that 2.5″ of rain fell. The river is raging, and yet, the day is a beautiful day. If there were not more rain in the forecast for the evening and night, I’d kick myself for taking the extra day. Instead, I look for trails to walk. There is a single trail from here, and it leads to the touristy shops 1/2 mile away. So I take it.

There are some nice little artsy shops, and a couple of cyclists I met yesterday. Looks like we all had the same idea. They are going to head on today, though. I pick up lunch, and head up toward the State Park. The only route seems to be walking along a busy highway, and along the way, I meet a couple from L.A. We begin walking and talking together and hours later, we have enjoyed a hike up to view a the falls together, and another leg of that trail, to view the valley, then returned to where we met. We now part as friends. What a blessing! Today, was another beautiful choice. It is so obvious to me now, that the final destination of this trip is so insignificant. The depth of each daily experience is much more important. Though it’s helpful to begin each trip with “plans”, it’s most joyful to me, to be open to God’s plan for the day instead.

As I was reading this evening, I came across a lovely and very pertinent quote in the book I’m reading (not a deep, philosophical book. a simple mystery novel). It’s as follows:

“And then I reminded myself, as I sometimes have to do, that the foundation of my life is not in a place, or people, or anything else that is of this world. It is only in the Lord, and wherever I am, he is there too. He is my foundation, and with him is my true home. Everything else is temporary.”  Lorena McCourtney “On the Run”

Go make your own breeze and remember, if you’re not having fun; you’re in the wrong gear. (or maybe you didn’t eat enough protein)


About rivercityweaves

I'm a mom, wife and fiber artist, living in rural Virginia. On days I'm not creating fiber art or teaching others how to, I'm probably saddle surfing on my Bianchi, or laughing with friends.
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2 Responses to Very tough morning; sanctuary in the evening

  1. You take phenomenal pictures! Stephanie and I met you at a campground in northern California. I’m glad to hear you’re doing well and I just posted a link to your blog on mine,

    Be safe, be well, be wild!


    • rivercityweaves says:

      Thanks for the compliment. Loved checking out your blog. I’ll be doing the Natchez Trace in Nov. Where will you be? Like there should be some master plan, right?

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