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As a photographer, my career has taken me to the far reaches of the world on several occasions. But none of my experiences abroad compare to a recent cycling trip\u200a\u2014\u200apedaling through my home state, straight uphill. This idea spawned from stories of a trip my dad went on in 1976. He rode his bicycle across the U.S. from Oxnard, California, to Millinocket, Maine.<\/p>\n

\"pexels-photo-67386\"A couple of good friends, Brian Mich and Rob Thompson, and I embarked on an eight-day journey from Camarillo, California, to the highest pass in the Sierra mountain range. We explored the regions that define California\u2019s wilderness by riding through Lockwood Valley, Los Padres National Forrest, Carrizo Plain, Central Valley, Kings Canyon, Sequoia National Park, and Yosemite National Park.<\/p>\n

Brian was in charge of finding roads for the ride, and he decided to make it a \u201cfun\u201d bike tour by aiming to ride uphill as much as possible. This probably was in line with Brian\u2019s \u201cType II\u201d fun motto: \u201cNot always immediately fun, but almost always fun later.\u201d<\/p>\n

What goes up must come down, right? When I mentioned the proposed route to my dad, he glanced over the plan and said, \u201cThis looks really hard, and I hope you like riding uphill.\u201d He looked at me with eyes that said, \u201cyou are going to regret this,\u201d and walked back over to the couch to finish drinking his ice-cold beer.<\/p>\n

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Day One<\/h3>\n

Time to ride. I got up, stumbled around in the darkness, and woke Brian and Rob. Brian was awake, but still lying in bed. Rob looked at me like I just kicked over his bike; he was angry. He rolled over and tried to fall back asleep. I told them that I had made coffee and it was ready in the kitchen. It was a total lie. I don\u2019t even drink coffee. Hot chocolate, sure, but coffee? Not a chance. Nonetheless, Rob crawled out of bed. When he found out that coffee was simply bait to wake him, he grunted and put a pot on. After the final packing, we said our goodbyes to Brian\u2019s family, telling them that we would see them in Tahoe in a week.<\/p>\n

Brian, Rob, and I pedaled through the fields of Oxnard and Ventura. These nice, flat roads have great bike lanes. We knew that soon enough the flat roads would give way to our first major climb\u200a\u2014\u200aPine Mountain, 5,080 feet. After a right turn in Ventura, we started up.
\n\"nature-sky-sunset-man\"The Ventura River bike path is 11 miles and 700 feet of elevation gain from Ventura to Ojai. Growing up, I rode on this bike path often. It used to leave me exhausted every time I rode it. This time, however, that path didn\u2019t faze me in the least. It was 10 am and already 80 degrees. After our brief stop in Ojai, the group was back on the road,<\/span> this time on Route 33, climbing toward Pine Mountain. We could feel the weight of our panniers. I had been standing out of the saddle for a few miles when Rob rode beside me, singing at the top of his lungs. Rob was still comfortably seated, using his easiest gear and spinning away. Meanwhile, I was pushing my road bike hard. With a double chain ring and nine-speed cassette, the bike is not ideal for touring, but I was determined to make it work.<\/em> We both started singing to pass the time while climbing up the scorching ascent toward Rose Valley. After a few hours of climbing, we pulled off the highway for a water stop. It was nearly sunset as we reached the summit of the first big climb.<\/p>\n

Day Two:<\/h3>\n

Our ride started before dawn, avoiding the extreme heat we were sure to hit in the Central Valley. Much longer and flatter than the previous day\u2019s ride, we rode single file toward Bakersfield, stopping only once to fix a flat tire a few hours into the day. This would be my first of 12 flats during the tour.<\/p>\n

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Several hours later, we arrived in Bakersfield, overheated and in need of shade and time off our bikes. We ended up at a Chinese restaurant and quickly burned through several plates of food. We then rested for a bit in the shade of some trees.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Day Three:<\/h3>\n

We rode 104 miles through the heat, from Kern River to Three Rivers. I was given the nickname, \u201cTipping Rock.\u201d I had fallen over twice because I was unable to unclip from my pedals when we came to a stop. Tipping Rock now joined Riding Bear (Rob) and Napping Pony (Brian) in the river to cool off and mentally prepare for the next day of riding.<\/p>\n

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Day Four:\u00a0<\/em><\/h3>\n

The group woke in a funk, setting the stage for some difficult riding. A light mist and rain clouds filled the sky. Plus, we had a very tough climb in front of us called \u201cThe General\u2019s Highway.\u201d We wanted to ride 80 miles through the park, but the steep incline, pouring rain, and Rob\u2019s swelling right ankle set us back.<\/em><\/p>\n

We had just one choice: Embrace the pain and keep on making progress up the mountain because this was the route we had chosen. After some debate, we decided that our original goal of Lake Tahoe was unobtainable. That night we air-dried our gear in a laundry room while playing card games and eating dinner. We slept in our tent, which we realized was falling apart and leaking in several spots. It was a rough night, but we were all too tired to care.<\/p>\n

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Day Five:<\/strong><\/em><\/h3>\n

\u00a0\u201cIt\u2019s not a bike tour unless we ride uphill,\u201d Brian said. This day would be the longest day of our tour, stretching 114 miles.<\/em><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Day Six:<\/strong><\/h3>\n

\"pexels-photo-27765\"We were relatively close to reaching Yosemite, but 50 miles of hot uphill climbing stood in our way. We had been riding for three hours when Rob suddenly jumped off his bike and threw it at the ground. The stress and pain had finally gotten to him. His right ankle, which was now two times the size of his left,had been bothering him for the past three days. Not really knowing how to handle the situation, I rode up to Rob on the side of the highway, got off my bike, and sat down next to him without saying a word. Brian rode up a few minutes later, and, feeling the frustration in the air, plopped down next to me.\u00a0There we were, three good friends sitting on the side of the road, defeated. We sat there for 10 minutes, not knowing what to say to each other. Then I glanced over at Rob and cracked a small smile, <\/strong>hoping I wouldn\u2019t get smacked in the face. Rob then put his head in his hands and started laughing hysterically. He got up and continued riding down the road. All I could do was laugh. As the sun was setting, we crossed the gates of Yosemite and descended toward a campground in Wawona.<\/p>\n

Day Seven:<\/strong><\/h3>\n

After a few more hours of climbing, we reached the tunnel into Yosemite Valley, a sight I have seen many times before, but never from the seat of a bike. We ended up following a large group of construction vehicles through the tunnel, which was nice because we knew that no other cars were going to come up from behind or in front as we rode into the darkness.
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Day Eight:<\/strong>
\nWe woke, ate, packed up, and got back on our bikes\u200a\u2014\u200aand started climbing again. The pain in my legs was extreme, but I pushed on. I just thought about moving in a continuous circle and it seemed to help. Several more miles of climbing found us in Tuolumne Meadows, where we stopped and had a quick lunch.<\/p>\n

From Tuolumne Meadows, the 9,945-foot Tioga Pass was only nine miles away. Rolling out from lunch, we were passed by another cyclist out on a day ride. For reasons unknown to me, I broke away from Brian and Rob and took off after the cyclist. I was up out of the saddle pushing big gears, chasing him down as I caught glimpses of his bright cycling kit a few turns ahead of me.<\/p>\n

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After three miles of this, I felt the burn in my legs and sat back down, switched to an easier gear, and just kept pedaling up the road. After another mile, I looked back and saw Rob charging 200 yards behind me. I knew that it had now become a race to the top of the pass. I clicked down three gears, stood up, and started cranking up the climb, trying to put as much distance between Rob and me as I could.<\/p>\n