|At the far end of Simi, Los Angeles Avenue (the main drag) turns into
Tierra Rejada and I leave town. Within a few miles I reach suburban Moorpark.
As of this writing, Moorpark is the reigning California state champ in
the Academic Decathelon, so kudos to them.
I covered Moorpark High's 1979 graduation ceremony for a local newspaper. A dog ran onto the athletic field and stole the show. The dog visited campus every day and the seniors were thrilled to see their pal at graduation.
||At that time, the town was semi-rural. Egg City was a big local business.
Now you have to be well outside Moorpark on Highway 118 before you see
But it's still out there if you ride far enough. On Highway 118, you can still see orange groves. Take a good look. No telling how much longer this icon of Southern California will be with us.
I ride on through the agricultural outposts of Somis and Saticoy. I am saddened to find that the Somis Nut House is closed. I hope it is only temporary.
|I roll in to Ventura on Telephone Road. I pass through some tidy neighborhoods
on a bike path that is simply a painted stripe down the center of the sidewalk.
It looks (and rides) like a motorist's idea of what a bike path should
It's around noon and Downtown is alive with shoppers. In fact, I am surprised at how vibrant Ventura's Main Street is.
|I ride past Mission San Buenaventura. My bike gets its picture taken
with Father Serra, or at least a statue of him.
It's oft-said that the missions were placed 20 or so miles apart so that a traveller could walk from one mission to another on a good day.
Actually, that tale isn't quite accurate. The California missions average about 40 miles apart. I did the math.
San Buenaventura, in fact, is about 60 miles from Mission San Fernando.
||I like Ventura. But I like getting out of Ventura even more. That's because I can use the Emma Wood bike path along the ocean.|
||Eventually, I run out of bike path and quiet roads. I am unceremoniously dumped onto Highway 101. I am thankful for the road's wide shoulder.|
This beachfront area between Ventura and Carpinteria is a sort of RV heaven.
|Mid-afternoon, I pull in to my motel. I hit the bike computer to see
how far I have travelled today. 94.7 miles. Not bad.
Tomorrow, I will return by the coastal route. It should be a good picture day.
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