Meh.
Sorta blah today, although the 24 miles between here and Humbug were along the coast. No thanks be to Adventure Cycling, for that...they wanted to shunt me inland so I could ride through the Cedar Valley, but I was all, "This is the Pacific Coast route, not the bloody Pacific Let's Ride Over A Mountain Just So We Can Look At The Trees That Haven't Been Clear-Cut Yet," so I stuck to 101 and ended up 50 yards from the beach at the County Fairgrounds.
Which isn't quite as nice as it sounds. I could've stayed in the RV Park at the other end of town, but opted for the $5 site here, after first calling to see whether there were restrooms and showers. There are, but the grubby shower is set to FREAKIN' HOT and only hot water comes out of the taps. The site itself has a bit of that "people come here at 3AM and drink beer" look to it. So no, I'm not entirely happy, but I'm here now, the surf is up, the sun is down, I managed to get a decent photo, and there's not much to do except go to sleep and hope I stay that way.
I expect it'll take another couple of days to get my road rhythm back. Tomorrow, about 25 miles to a proper campsite at Harris Beach State Park, which will be $1 cheaper, to boot.
