Patagonia Pete

A short day that took me only 50 miles to Elk. But Elk had the comfiest bed of the whole trip. Apart, obviously, from the Spartan luxury of my Thermarest and sleeping bag. But this one was firm yet yielding with smooth cotton sheets that seemed to caress me to sleep! Ok, I know it’s not the outback adventure that you were all expecting, but hey, it’s the US and, more than that, it’s the Californian coast. (It’s cold and it’s damp. Haven’t seen any ladies; tramps or otherwise) What I mean is that because Arnie has spent all the cash, you can’t actually camp in most of the campsites along the coast. They’re just for day use now. So the map I have is next to useless. I have to trust in the Fates that when I’m tired and in need of an inn or travelers’ rest then one will be presented. A glowing beacon in the night offering simple comfort and a warm welcome. So far, so good, but it does mean the price of accommodation has gone up since I left Alaska and Canada. We won’t get into the sordid topic of money, but I need to get to Mexico fast!

I should also point out that I’m now on The 1. Highway 1 – the Pacific Coast Highway. Route to the sun and all points south. Which, if I take it, should take me straight to San Diego. But I’ve got to tell you, it’s a nasty little road. There’s no shoulder to ride on and lots of traffic. Most of the traffic is considerate, but every now and then there’s one little fecker who gets just a little too close for comfort. Almost have to put my hands back on the handle-bars. It’s definitely built with cars in mind. So with that in mind, and also considering that I have driven the 1 before, I may head in land and take the 101.

Decisions, decisions.

Love
Pete