Cold cold

Boy it was cold when we got up. We got our things together quick and got the hell out of there.

Nothing much to say about this day. Nothing happened, except those darn cars getting really close. We were riding down Highway 101 and the entrances and exits were crazy. There really is no other way to get down the state.

We got to the campsite and were buying snacks when our old friend Josh came in with a buddy, Gus. We had thought we missed Josh by a few days but he had taken a break too. Gus was an awesome guy too, he lived in the Sunset district just like George and Heidi back in SF. He was heading back home, so maybe we'll be riding with him in the near future.

Oh and the campsite was the worse. It was basically a backyard with a table. Oh and it was right next to the highway.