It’s another foggy, damp and cool day here in sunny California. I am not complaining, this is excellent biking weather. Having said that’s it will be nice to dry out soon.
Yesterday I continued on from Elk to Salt Point state park. In total it was a 114 km day. I spent a few hours in the late afternoon in nearly total solitude riding the highway next to a rocky coast. It was divine.
The state park last night was oddly empty. I had a site the size of a football field to myself. Except for the raccoons and fox that ate all my food in the middle of the night. Breakfast was slim this morning.
Today I am headed for the last state park outside of San Francisco: about 30 miles from the Golden Gate Bridge. I am in bodega bay right now and just inhaled a breakfast burrito.
It seems my threshold for comfortable cliff side riding is about 200 feet. An hour ago I was riding at 600 feet. It was maybe a few miles like this but it lasted an eternity. Did not care for that one bit. Nope. The attached photo is me sitting very firmly low to the ground immediately after the torture.
