I'm tired and am still recovering from my adventure this past weekend. You can check the map out here.
I'll write a longer trip report but here's the Cliff Note version.
-Riding from the ocean to the mounts in Los Angeles is possible. I rode the entire length of the San Gabriel River Trail and rode into Angeles National Forest. Woohoo! Something I never thought I could do.
-The SGRT is pretty boring. Hot. Flat. Nothing to see. After a while I lost count of how many graffiti covered bridges I saw.
-Mountains are big! Really! You should see for yourself. I don't think I've ever ridden in mountains proper but they're HUGE. The scale of things is amazing.
-Water is heavy. There was no water (other than questionable creek water) so I brought along a Steri-Pen and a gallon jug, in addition to three 27oz bottles.
-Always check your sausage. I grabbed what I thought was salami from a deli. It turned out to be spicy chorizzo, which is good but does not play well with your stomach and ass when you're on the bike for 6+ hours.
-I should have brought a sleeping bag. I've been spoiled not carrying a sleeping bag these summer months but it was considerably colder in the mountains than it is at the coast (duh!). I put on every piece of clothing I had and slept in the fetal position trying to keep warm.
-Bring more than one patch kit. I managed to run over these onerous prickly things that would give me multiple punctures per flat! I went through my two spare tubes and used up my patches! One more patch and I would have been hitching home from the mountains.
-Mosquitoes suck.I came home looking like a leper with about a half dozen bites on each arm and legs. The one that sucks the most is the bite near my eye that is causing my eye-lid to swell.
-Avoid mauling stories before you go into the woods. I was at a bar the night before and Joel, who was there, told me of some horrific story about his friend who was camping in Yosemite. His friend was camping and a bear ambled through. Someone scared it away with a gun or something. A few hours later, they were woken up by someone banging pots and pans. Apparently, the bear found its way to another camp. The pots and pans didn't work because the next minute he was screaming bloody hell and then it stopped. From across the valley they heard the last blood curdling cries. The ranger confirmed the next morning that someone was mauled to death.
I think the story colored my whole adventure a little because I was a bit antsy. It was my first time sleeping in the woods by myself.
I'm a grown man of 30 and I feel like a Cub Scout :)
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