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December 1, 1999
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The following day (12-1) I rode around
Monterey Peninsula on the famous 17 Mile Drive. Its
actually a private road and automobiles must pay a toll of $7.50, but bicyclists are
permitted to ride at no cost (but only after signing away all of their rights to file a
lawsuit should anything happen to them). Its
a beautiful road, winding along the shore and past several world-class golf courses. The best of these is Pebble Beach, which is a
public golf course, although I suspect I would have to pick up an awful lot of coins along
the highway to play there.
The Monterey Peninsula, as well as the
area along the coast to the south, where Ill be riding for the next few days, is an
area of moderate temperatures. September is
the warmest month of the year with an average high of 72 degrees and an average low of 53
degrees. Decembers average numbers are
61 and 44 degrees. Not bad, huh? Especially not after spending most of October and
November at much higher elevations. Also,
there is no morning fog this time of the year, so I dont wake up to find
condensation all over the rain fly of the tent.
I spent the night at Pfeiffer Big Sur
Campground. Its a very nice
campground, with a Biker/Hiker section, so the cost was only $3.00. I got there early enough to find some firewood, so
I had a very nice campfire to share with, well, anyone else that showed up (but no one
did). I enjoyed it myself, however. |
I also got one of the greatest thrills
of the entire journey right here something as mundane as watching a bird fly. I had walked from my campsite down to the area of
the restaurant and store where I encountered a group of people, including one guy with a
camera and a very big telephoto lens mounted on a tripod, all looking up at the trees
across the park road. I asked what they were
looking at, and was told that there were two California
Condors at the top of one of the trees. Sure
enough, but one just looked kind of like a blob and the other like a hornets nest at the
very top of the tree. I waited, looked
through the guys camera, and waited some more.
There was no movement whatsoever. Whats
the big deal, you ask at this point in your Last G.A.S.P. Journal reading? Well, its this very big deal. The California Condor is the largest bird in North
America, and one of the largest in the world. Its
also one of the rarest creatures on Earth, and probably the one that has come the closest
to extinction, but survived. About 15 years
ago, there were only 22 remaining, all in just one part of California. At that time a very tough decision was made by
some of these mankind people that I often bash to capture all of the remaining
birds and attempt to breed them in captivity. The
condors responded extremely well, to the point that birds raised in captivity have been
released to the wild in places such as Grand Canyon NP and Pfeiffer Big Sur SP in recent
years. Now back to the story. I went to the store, and came back out to find the
one at the very top of the tree beginning to stir a bit.
First its head moved, then it stretched one giant wing. Finally, in answer to my greatest hopes of the
moment, it flew. I could only see it for a
couple of seconds before it disappeared behind the trees, but it was a major wow. Everyone should be so lucky as I to get to see one
of these magnificent birds in flight at least once in his or her lifetime. |
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