Getting up with the smell of bacon and eggs was wonderful. I'm sure all of us had forgotten what it was like to wake up without a sense of duty. All of George's friends, and ours too, had cooked breakfast for us. Then they all pushed us out of the campsite so they can take pictures of us as we rode along the highway.
It was a fairly easy ride. Nothing much happened and the scenery was the same the whole way down, beautiful. After looking at constant beautiful coastlines and beaches, I started to feel as if everything was the same. I wanted to get to the California border as quickly as I can but we had to make a stop at Harris beach, 7 miles from the border.
The campsite was great and we saw our friends Kelly and Matt. We also met an older touring crowd, David and Richard. They were heading the same way too.
Night came in quickly but we were able to make it out to the beach for the sunset. The setting of the sun marks the end of the day but I just don't understand what is so great about it. People were practically lining up at the beach to watch it. Right after it was finished, I mean immediately right after, people just got up and left. I just don't understand.
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