A couple of days ago we finally hit the stretch of hwy 1 that i was most looking forward to and most fearing. Jusg north of jenner the hwy winds along cliffs perched about 600 feet over the coast. Long uphills, tight turns, and fast descents that leave you convinced the road is simply a chute destined to slide over the edge and to the watery rocks below, turn an already gorgeous ride into something magical. Something only a descent through old growth redwood forests has compared with. Though perched precariously, just feet from sheer cliffs (and me having a HUGE fear of hights) we stopped to take pics of eachother riding, celebrate achieving 50,000 ft of climbing on the trip, and feel the amazing inspiration of real eagle screeches from just meters away. Incredible.
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