As the sun rose over Santa Cruz, we woke up at our first campsite–the first of many this week. We then traveled through vast flat lands towards Monterey with tailwinds. The group is in full swing now. Riding quickly through lush green farm fields and stopping for fresh fruit. As we go south, fields turn to sand. The valley opens up. Soon enough we are at the beach, just stopping for a few spectacular views from height. By afternoon we reach our next destination, Monterey. The ride is suddenly a climb. We push to the top hearing trumpets blow melodies like a victory parade. We have arrived.