Today was very much like yesterday. All the riding was on hwy One along the coast with roads that went up and down, up and down, up and down, and round and round and round and round, and there was a bunch of road construction to boot. There were many steep cliffs and drop-offs all along the route that made you wonder what it would feel like if you didn’t make one of the windy corners. Tonight we are camped on the Russian River at Duncans Mills, straight East of Santa Rosa. Tomorrow we will be camping just a few miles north of the Golden Gate Bridge, and the next day we will cross it; that should be exciting; I will be sure and take lots of pictures.



I was feeling sorry for myself today because my Parkinson’s has not responded positively to the biking as in previous years, but has actually gotten worse especially on days when I ride hard. But then I got my head on straight and thought, how can a person feel sorry for themselves when they have been as blessed by the Lord as much as I have been. If I never ride another foot on my bicycle I have already experienced twelve years of these kinds of trips all over the United States, and I thank the Lord for all of His blessings to me. It is only a fool who is only thankful for the good things, and doesn’t rejoice with the bad things as God’s perfect will for his life.

















