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@sunshinestace
Heading to my home state, Alaska to rejuvenate before headed out to finish my tour and hopefully hit my goal amount. Looking forward to hugging my family and cuddle time with my main squeeze, my forever friend, Mitra. #becauseican #becauseiamagirl #freesoul #noturningback
Those sweet potato bun burgers were so tasty. Yes, I ate all of that. This was when I really started to think about going on a long distance trek, had thrown myself into studying to be ACE certified personal trainer and was considering serious life changes for a better me and a better world. Today I am headed home to Alaska for an extended period of time. I will miss Tucson nearly as much as I miss my home state but I am excited for this whole new chapter of my life. #noturningback #freesoul #downtowntucson #palmerak #alaskan
Welcome Home, Tucson. #flowers #pause #cycletour #onethousandmilesdown #becauseican #becauseiamagirl #downtowntucson #noturningback #freesoul #friendship
Welcome Home, Tucson. #flowers #pause #cycletour #onethousandmilesdown #becauseican #becauseiamagirl #downtowntucson #noturningback #freesoul #friendship
Sunbathed backs gaze with eyes fully on the Moon. #tamecula #downtowntucson #roadtrip #cycletour #noturningback
Day Seventeen to Day Twenty : California, here we come
On day Seventeen, I crossed the boarder of the Oregon coast into California with 10 of the brightest souls I could possibly hope to find. We dipped in and out of each others lives sharing hiker/biker campsites as we all came down the breath taking Oregon coast. Slowly getting to know each other’s stories and quickly getting to know each other’s laughs. It was nice to roll into a new campsite to be greeted by the still fresh but familiar faces of my Oregon Coast Crew. We named ourselves “Pancake Tsunami”.
It felt more like home then I can describe.
Although temporary, still just as sweet. It was a sight to see. Single file, we joined together to cross the boarder after sharing breakfast in downtown Brookings, OR. It was an amazing experience to be able to share with an equally amazing group. Oregon had been everything I could have asked for. They really did an amazing job for cyclists (and pedestrians) traveling down the coast by promoting safe travels.
Share the road signs we posted frequently, and the Oregon Department of Transportation organized an informative free map of the coast. The free map included safety and scenic detours off the 101. I think I can honestly say all eleven of us were sad to leave the comfort of Oregon behind.
California was a different story altogether. The difference was subtle, and yet dramatic at the same time. Small things I could not completely name changed almost instantly. The roads seemed less welcoming as the homeless population increased, but the beauty of the open road never dimisined in my eyes. Even as I wound down the coastal slopes out of Orik towards Arcada and a glass bottle was flung at me.
I remember hearing it first. The low whistle of clear glass cutting the air in my direction. The laziness in my stride was replaced with wide eyes and heart stopping confusion at what was playing out rapidly in front of me. I remember the sting on my ankle as the bottle shattered into nothing but shards. Lucky enough, it missed my wheels and barely struck me.
It was an accident, how could it have been anything else? As I looked over the edge to my right at the cliff that didn’t kill me, my mind turned over it’s own recording and I realized:
It wasn’t an accident. It came from a car. A white car speeding down from a bend in the road ahead of me.
This is how hate quickly becomes destructive. Some person let their hate strike out at a nameless target. Even though I was relatively unharmed, there was nothing harmless about throwing glass bottles at oncoming traffic. Despite the attack, I feel better knowing I would have offered them a kind smile in passing and water to them if they were thirsty. I will continue trying to live my life that way regardless of the reactions people have when they meet me, in my pursuits to be the change I wish to see in the world.
The attack had nothing to do with me, as a person.
It made me think about Malala Yousafzai, who was very seriously harmed while adovcating for equality in education. She was attacked because of her pursuit to uplift others. Three gunshots were fired directly at her while innocently riding a bus. She barely survived, but did recover and continue forward. This is bravery at its finest. It takes one girl with access to education to uplift her community and change the world.
Although, I did begin to think about ending the trip or possibly cutting it shorter. I promised myself I would not give up trying to be the change I wish to see. My love for life is rooted without expectations but sometimes plans need to change so that the intentions can continue forward.
Day Twenty One and Twenty Two: Kindness and the Legget Hill
By this point, I had nearly decided to take a bus to San Fransisco from Eureka. So far the 101 in California hadn’t been the most welcoming and my money was running out quicker than planned. I figured it would be the best way to achieve my goal, only cutting off roughly 300 miles from the middle of the journey and getting me off the 101 and on to the California Highway 1. With my safety as my biggest concern, this seemed like a good compromise.
I am unafraid to adventure, but that doesn’t make me careless.
As it is the Universe intervened and my path was crossed with a beautiful, kindred soul. A woman whose life is centered around her community and the youth within. Her gentle, giving presence reminded me why I was on this tour and how I got to Eureka, CA in the first place. She was so refreshing, and I will never be able forget her easy type of kindness. I will always look up to her genuine presence. Not only did she provide a place to sleep, a shower, dinner and refreshments, she was also able to give me a ride the next morning, day twenty-two, to Legget, CA where the 101 divides off to the 1. It was about 66 miles of unfriendly highway off my mind to the Leggett hill.
The Legget hill famously climbs up about 4 miles through a mountain to the coastal cliffs of California. Named a ‘hill’, but, at 2,000 feet elevation with a grade of 7%, I would say it is most definitely the makings of a mountain. I started around 1 pm after a morning filled with whole hearted chatting with my new found friend. The 4 miles up was a good challenge to start the days ride and then I just coasted down and up and down and back up for what felt like forever. Closer to 5pm the dense forest broke into a breathtaking view of coastal cliffs that stretched off into the horizon. A couple who had passed me at some point along the way in their car were pulled over taking in the view. They cheered me on. “You made it! You came all the way through the woods!” they yelled, arms in the air, mouths wide in grins.
They believed in me and celebrated as I continued to pass them with a wide, sloppy smile of my own.
This was the right choice, I was on the right path. I am so thankful of the compromise I made with myself to continue onward. The Legget Hill is famous among cyclists and I am proud to join the large community who have been there and done that.
It felt amazing, I felt amazing and I got there after I had entertained the possibility of defeat but did not accept it as my truth.
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I honestly love drunk girls so much, last night I was at a party and a girl started crying because she loved my hair
One time in college, I had a fight with my boyfriend and was sitting outside crying, and a drunk girl came over and gave me a leaf to make me feel better.
amazing
i was on the train and 3 drunk girls saw me and said i had nice brown eyes so they sang “brown eyed girl” to me
I threw up at a frat party and I was crying in the bathroom and a drunk girl went upstairs to get me a shirt and came back with a sweater and a kitten.
Drunk boys: will gather into a huge pack and harass people passing by.
At the last party I went to three drunk girls fishtail braided my hair by committee
a drunk girl drew an eye on the back of my hand and then patted it with satisfaction and whispered “count olaf”
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once at a barbecue a drunk girl gave the surgical scar on my shoulder a butterfly kiss and said “you’re cured”
A drunk girl at a bar I was at became worried that I wasn’t getting enough nutrition and proceeded to hold peanuts to my lips and just keep saying “peanut peanut” until I would eat it. And after I allowed her to feed me a peanut she pet my hair and said “Thank you”.
“I left Iran eighteen years ago and went to Britain. I felt that I had to leave because the war had just ended and there weren’t many jobs. But I didn’t speak English, and I hadn’t gone to college, so I wasn’t sure how I’d survive. When I arrived in Britain, I found a small apartment to share with two African immigrants. We couldn’t communicate with each other. I tried turning on the television but I couldn’t understand anything. I totally lost my confidence. Luckily I met another Iranian immigrant who offered me a job at his fish-n-chips shop. My job was to mop the floor and peel potatoes. It was very difficult to adjust. I felt very lonely. I’d been a wrestler back in my hometown. People had respected me. Now I was at the bottom. Years later, I’d own several of my own restaurants. But that first night I cried the entire walk home.” (Namakabroud, Iran)
The best view from the Planet of the Apes, a week or something late. Cotton candy skies was worth the climb into another world. Still getting caught up on my blog updates. #gofundme #freesoul #becauseican #becauseiamagirl #gofundme #forthefuture #loveyourself #cycletour
The best view from the Planet of the Apes, a week or something late. Cotton candy skies was worth the climb into another world. Still getting caught up on my blog updates. #gofundme #freesoul #becauseican #becauseiamagirl #gofundme #forthefuture #loveyourself #cycletour
Ended up catching a ride (among many things) from a amazing woman from Eureka, CA to Leggett, CA. Where the CA1 starts off from HWY101. I landed here in Russian Gulch nestled between two grandfather trees, surrounded by a thicket of bushes. My tent broke a while back so I just used my tarp. Looks like I will be in San Fran in a few days #becauseican #becauseiamagirl #seattle #sandeigo #cycletour #freesoul #justdoit #forthefuture #loveyourself #gofundme
Today, someone in a car thought it would be a fun idea to throw a glass bottle at me. I was able to swerve around the explosive impact with my tires but a few small shards went into my ankle nonetheless. I will not lose my faith in humanity nor my love of adventure because of one person's poor choice. I am so in love with life and all the beautiful creatures I have meet. #loveyourself #forthefuture #justdoit #freesoul #becauseican #cycletour #seattle #sandeigo
