I headed west on Santa Monica Blvd. so that I could access the bank, and yes, once again I took my bike in. It's never a problem.
Then I headed south on Doheney until I came to Cashio, which 2 blocks below Pico. Turned left on Pico and went down to Shenandoah and turned right, staying on Shenandoah until Cadillac where I turned right. Two blocks to Robertson, left on Robertson and down to National. Right on National and up a few blocks to Bagley, left on Bagley and down to Venice Blvd. where I made a right and headed towards the beach.
I made one other stop on the way, dropping off 2 dozen chocolate chip cookies, which was part of the reason for the trip anyhow. The cookie drop off was west of the 405 freeway, so when you're that far down, you might as well just keep going. One very interesting/dangerous stunt I saw was a cyclist going up the incline just west of the 405, and he grabbed onto the back corner of a pickup and hitched a free ride up the hill. Very dangerous. The truck may not have even known he was there, and how lazy was that, btw?
After the cookie delivery I continued west on Venice to Abbot Kinney, then took a left to Washington. I turned right on Washington and went about a long block down to where the Martin Braude Bike path picks up on the south side of the street. From there it was an easy ride down and around the marina. I always find it fascinating that the bike path goes right through the parking areas of the marina.
The Braude bike path dumps you onto Fiji Way where you continue around until you join up with it again. From there it's only a few feet to the Ballona Creek Bike path. Go right and you head towards the bridge and the continuation of the Martin Braude Bike path on the beaches south of that, but go left and you head east almost back to La Cienega. I had studied the bike path very carefully and knew that it dead-ended into a park. In fact, the map showed a hairpin turn to get back into the park, so I sort of knew what to expect. Or so I thought.
|Beginning the journey east. 6 miles to go.|
I wanted to take more pictures but I encountered a problem. I was on my menstrual cycle, and although i was prepared, the flow became increasingly heavy and there was no place to stop, nothing. I just kept hoping a praying that maybe there was a public restroom at the park. When I finally reached that hairpin turn at the end, I was met with another surprise: after the turn, you had to dismount because there was a very steep ramp to get up to the park. Now this compounded my problem because now I felt like I was hemorrhaging uncontrollably, so every step reinforced that feeling. I kept thinking, well, if I have to get back on the bike and I'm flooding, oh well. I'll clean up the mess when I get home, but that would have been a miserable several miles. I couldn't stop for water. Nothing. Well, there really was no place to stop anyhow.
Thankfully, there was a large community building for the park with accessible bathrooms. I went in the handicapped stall and pulled the bike in with me, and I discovered the problem wasn't as severe as I thought. Praise the Lord! So then it was back onto the bike and an uneventful ride home.
I stopped a couple of times on the way home to take in as much water as possible, but the damage was done. I got home exhausted and dehydrated, but I was also elated to have done a new adventure. One thing for sure, I can't wait to be done with menopause!!