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September 08, 2006
ExhaustedWe arrived in Santa Cruz yesterday, and are camping out in the back yard at Josh and Kia's place. Very nice folks. I'd write more, but it'll have to wait...I am just dead tired today, so I'm napping in my tent while Rich and Tom are downtown. Perhaps more, later this evening. September 09, 2006
Strawberry Fields
Much of the ride today was flat, through agricultural regions: vast fields of earthly fragrant strawberries, spiky inedible-looking artichokes, and pale lettuce. One field of lettuce we passed through had been harvested recently, and the place smelled like an enormous salad. I wish I had the energy to detail more of the day...especially the very last bit, which involved a laborious 400-foot climb up to the park...but I'm just entirely fashed. Not as fashed as yesterday, when I could barely put two intelligible words together. But fashed enough. So: instead, here are some of the folks who've been in the news so often of late, picking strawberries for you.  September 12, 2006
Solo Again
Which is all symmetrical and bookend-like. Right now, though, I've got to get packed and get out of here (Pfeiffer Big Sur State Park). I don't have a lot of miles to do -just 32 to Plaskett Creek Park - but there's a big climb to do, which by all accounts is narrow-to-no-shoulder, and I'd like to beat some of the traffic. Here's a bit of what I saw on yesterday's ride: the fog layer, from about 600 feet.  
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That right there is the scourge of all campers. We're at Veteran's Memorial Park in Monterey, and I spied this guy up a tree about twenty feet from my tent. Rather than hassle with a hanging bag, I gathered all the foodlike stuff and put it in the coin-op locker in front of the restroom up the road a bit. Now I'll sleep better. And I need sleep: we did 50 miles today, from Santa Cruz. Rich and Tom are already sacked out, and I'm in my tent contorted in an L-shape on the floor around my cot so I can type.
I'm on my own again - Tom and Rich were going to stay another day in Monterey, but I pretty much didn't like the place from the moment we crossed the city limits line, and felt an acute need to move on. They'll be staying at my mom's place in Santa Barbara, and we'll be doing the Six Flags Valencia thing as well, but it looks like I'll be finishing the journey alone, the way I started it.