Today was an epic ride. An epic ride which will result in an epic blog post. So please bear with me. I did mention yesterday that today was going to be a big ride and so it turned out to be.
This picture sums up exactly how I felt this morning.
It was cold. It was damp. And confusingly enough it was California. I hadn’t slept well and I was also hungry, so this may have clouded my judgement but . . . I thought I left the wet in Washington, and the cold in . . . Europe. California was supposed to be warm. The OC, Baywatch, all the TV ads fail to tell you they are talking about Southern California. No one made this clear to me, or the rest of Britain, that not all of California is hot.
Wow. What an introduction to California today was. I think this had a bit of everything. Big town, Big hills (x2) and Big Trees.
I had a bit of a fright last night.
I got up at maybe 3am for a wee, as I had for most nights. The night was clear, the stars were out and it was just extremely calm. I head to the bathroom and I saw someone else going into the ladies. “Another Camper”, I thought.
Today was an odd day.
After discovering I had been ransacked by those Bastard Bandits I stopped sulking and got breakfast on the go. Oats and trail mix.
OK, so today is my last day with Oz and Paul. They are heading off to Portland tomorrow so I am going to have to make the most of their time. And it’s not as if I’ll catch-up with them either as they will head East as I go South the following day.