Late as always, we left camp. The night before it started to rain so that kept us under the weather a bit. The rest of the day did not rain but it was gloomy and overcast for the most of it.
A pretty uneventful day. 55 miles of good riding, oh boy did that day in Newport do us good. I stopped and tried to get some good pictures but nothing came up. After awhile the coast just starts looking like any other coast. The mountains, any other mountains. Still pretty to look at, but too many pictures of the same things.
We got into camp a little early and met the people at the hiker-biker site. For the first time on the trip we met some hikers. I talked with them and tried to grasp what their hiking was all about. They hike with all their gear for about 15-20 miles a day. Sometimes there are trails but there was no avoiding the highways. They would just walk and see where they get to. They are the real troopers. Walking is tough already without all that gear. My hat goes off to them.
During the evening, our friend Steven came rolling by. I talked to him a bit more. He had come all the way from New Orleans to do this trip. He had started in Newport and everything still felt like a dream for him. His enthusiasm was infectious. We talked long into the night. We slept and it started to rain during the night, again.
