The ride from Soledad to King City on Thursday, May 11 was beautiful! I took Arroyo Seco Road past the Arroyo Seco River

and then on to Los Coches Road, which is a serenely quiet and peaceful road through brilliantly green fields (the town of Greenfield is aptly named)

and vineyards.

I’ve heard not such good things about Greenfield, but in the middle of the day it, too, was calm and not scary at all. I got my water bottle refilled at this Public Health Water Dispenser for twenty cents,

for which I was grateful. I had my picnic lunch in the Village Park and was greeted by two small dogs who had no collar and no apparent owner. When I offered them a piece of my peanut butter sandwich (gluten-free, thanks to Gloria) they surprisingly refused, and were off again.

The route from Greenfield was also scenic with more vineyards and more vegetable fields.

I had to choose between riding on Highway 101 for a few miles or take Google Maps suggested route on farm roads. I figured I’d probably be trespassing on private property if I went through farms, but I decided to take my chances and do so. Sure enough a pick up truck came up slowly behind me and a man asked me what I was doing. (I must be a pretty funny sight.) I told him I was trying to get to the San Lorenzo County Park in King City to camp for the night and that I would appreciate it if he would allow me to ride through his property and so avoid riding on the freeway. He said he had seen me a few miles back, that you never knew who might want to sleep in a shed on his farm, etc. but that he would let me proceed this time. I thanked him (and the Universe) and found my way on bumpy dirt roads to Central Avenue, and finally to the campground.

San Lorenzo County Park is a great campground with a farming museum on site. It was quite windy, though, and it was a challenge to set up my tent and cook my dinner of dehydrated lentil soup with vegetables in that wind.

Here I met a very nice man named Jim who was getting away from the drama of his family for a week or so, he said. He is a Vietnam Veteran and proud of it. We had a friendly visit.

Next day, Friday, found me on Jolon Road, after stocking up on food and water at King City’s impressive Safeway supermarket. By lunchtime I came across a building that said “Salinan Nation Cultural Center” which intrigued me. I thought I might learn something about the Natives of this area so I stopped to take a look. There was no one around, and it appeared that the Cultural Center was no longer in operation. There was a picnic table on site, though, and it was lunch time, so I proceeded to have my lunch. Before long a dog started barking from inside a house and a woman appeared in a car. Once again I had to hope for the good graces and understanding of people, and once again I was blessed with a very kind and welcoming woman. Nancy was happy to sit with me while I ate my lunch and we had a very cordial and close connection. She told me about her strong faith in Jesus and the Holy Trinity and her many spiritual experiences, including a near death experience. Once again, I felt blessed. We decided that our chance meeting was a “Divine Appointment.”

Jolon Road has a long, steep grade on the way to San Antonio Mission, and I had to get off the bike and walk. I was happy to do so as I figured I would have been walking with a back pack otherwise. On a bike, you eventually get to the top of hill and get a free ride down the other side!

I spent that night at a primitive campground near the junction of Jolon Road and Mission Road that is used mainly by hunters. A regular camper here told me that he was hunting for wild boar, which has no off-season. Because they are not native and do damage to the land and other wildlife there is no limit to how many or how often you can hunt them. I asked him if he ate what he killed, and he said yes. I told him that if you’re going to eat meat it is certainly best to kill it and butcher it yourself. The animal leads a good life and the meat is so much healthier than grain fed, hormone- and antibiotic-laden animals. He agreed.

In this campground I also met another cyclist,  Manford, from Austria. He flew to Los Angeles, California where he began his journey to Vancouver, British Columbia. He had done this trip previously by car with his family, and has returned to see it from the seat of his bicycle. He is a retired electrician and would like to see his country return to being an independent nation. He is not happy with the high taxes that have resulted from being part of the European Union.

It’s time I get out and take some early morning pictures of Mission San Antonio, where I am now staying. More on that subject soon! Happy Mothers’ Day, everyone! ♥️???

18 thoughts on “Mothers’ Day

  1. How glorious that the God of our refuge has His hand on you during this journey. You are meeting so many interesting people and seeing sights unseen from a car. May God continue to keep you safe and strong. Happy Mother’s Day to you, dear friend.

    1. Thank you Diane! And the same to you!

  2. Happy Mother’s Day to you my dear
    Yesterday May 13 th we celebrated
    100 years that Our Lady of Fatima
    Appeared in Portugal to the three young shepherds while they watched their sheep.
    Being the mother of Jesus she is our mother as well, she is right by your side taking care of you.
    Love you

    1. I completely agree with you Dora. I’ll take all the angels and saints that I can get. I find myself praying quite a lot while pedaling, including the “Our Father” and the Ave Maria prayers.

  3. Karin and I wish you an excellent Mothers Day! We like reading about your journey. It makes us remember things.

    1. Thank you Frank and Karin. I hope your journey is going well, too.

  4. Jody, I think it is a very good idea you traded in walking for your bike . Glad to see you still have your camp stove, too. Happy Mother’s Day. Rich

    1. Thank you Rich! Yes, it’s a lot easier. But someday I may try a walking pilgrimage again.

  5. I love the way you’re chronicling your experiences, Jody! I hope today’s your best Mother’s Day ever!

  6. Happy Mother’s Day, Jody. Your experiences sound really down to earth, and yet they are all filled with the goodness you are bringing to each place and person you meet.

    1. Thank you Ellen. I do try to be of some kind of service to each person I meet, and it really does come right back to me. I’m so grateful for this awareness.

  7. Jody: Get some foil to protect the flame of your little stove from wind! It works perfectly.

    And when I cycled across the country in ’82, I, too, found people to be kind and helpful — and sometimes envious but ALWAYS curious. How’s your bike holding up?
    Keep calm and ride on ?‍♀️?

    1. I’m finding some people to been envious also. Isn’t that interesting?

      I do have a store bought flame protector which does work, but I had to get behind a building at that campground, nevertheless.

      My bike hasn’t given me any problems, thank you God. Grateful for that!

  8. Hey Jody! Doesn’t John Nino live near King City? You sure are meeting some interesting people. I’m glad you’re not lonely and the wind is at your back. I like looking up some of the towns you mention that I have not heard of like Greenfield. HaPpY Mother’s Day!

    1. Yes, I believe John Nino does have a cattle ranch in the Gabilan Mountains above King City. Since Mission San Antonio is to the west of the Salinas Valley (while the Gabilans are to the east), I didn’t venture into that territory. And every mile counts when you’re biking (and especially walking.)
      I’m definitely not lonely! Every day I meet people, whether they be new friend or old. ?

  9. This peace quote reminded me of you:

    Love makes clear every fear we must work through.
    Love brings with it every reason to make such effort.
    –Chani Nicholas

    Love on!❤️

  10. Love your descriptions and unexpected digs and people entering g and exiting along the way. Biking sounds the way to go. Take good care. Miss you.

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