The signs for San Francisco were coming up every 10-20 miles. It made things worse, especially for me. It was about 250 more miles till we got back home. It made me want to get home even quicker, seeing how close it was.
This was the point of the trip where I realized I was basically done. I just wanted to get home. I hate to admit it but I was starting to feel homesick. Those signs didn't help much.
The day's ride was easy, real easy. It was so easy I started to learn French with Coffee Break French podcasts that I downloaded months ago. I figured that I'm on a bicycle for 6 hours a day, I might as well try and pick up a skill while doing it. Believe me, cycling gets old after 3 hours straight.
We took the long scenic route called the Avenue of the Giants. Pretty good stuff but it was not candle to what we saw earlier. We went through that and got to the campsite where we met Josh, Gus, and Brenden again.
