A much longer day today. I was trying to do at least 75 miles, but ended up doing about 85. I’d not taken into account my proximity with San Francisco and it being the weekend. This meant I was denied at the hoped for stop in Jenner with an almost derisory ‘no’ from the innkeeper. What was I thinking, trying to get a room on a Saturday night, in summer this close to San Fran without booking?! So that meant another ten miles in the fog and the rapidly fading light. And the only light I have is a small, flashing ‘hey-look-at-me’ city light. Not enough to grab anyone’s attention. Anyway, I made it to Bodega Bay, which for all you Hitchcock fans is where he filmed The Birds, and managed to look pathetic enough to get the last room in the most expensive hotel here. But by then I’d run out of options and would have sold a kidney for a comfy bed (ok I could have tried to wild camp behind a tree somewhere, but this is me we’re talking about
The scenery around here is similar to Cornish countryside, especially with this grey fog and it definitely reminds me of home. That in turn has made me feel a little homesick. Next time I’m doing this with someone!
Here’s a photo of some Californian/ Cornish countryside. You be the judge.
Love
Pete
Patagonia Pete 
Ah, there you are. Sorry I’ve been off the air for a bit. I’ve been on a mid-life crisis, ‘find-myself-before-it’s-too late’ holiday in a fully equipped cottage on the Isles of Scilly. It was awesome – lots of sitting and er… eating… . You should read my blog, it fairly rattles along. You certainly learn a lot about your self when confronted with the big questions ie should I have the potted crab (very cross, squashed face) or the bream for lunch? Also, Louise is pregnant again so as you can imagine, I have been very busy trying to track down just who is responsible this time round……. Anyway, your adventure seems to be going well and I’m really enjoying your blog (you’re so much funnier on the page than in real life!) and I love the fact that in this crazy modern world, I can heckle you from the comfort of my own home, while you’re out there battling the elements. Good works Coombes. And don’t be thinking about being homesick – it’s all street riots and recession here (tumbling chairs and falling shares??), so you’re much better off where you are and I’d love to be there with you – for a few days at least. Keep on, keeping on Pete. Thinking of you. Martin.
Crikey! Have you two been doing ‘it’? Again?! Thank Allah you’re married. One called Raoul and the other called Zebedee, eh? Not sure I’d be that brave, but they’re your kids. I suppose ‘Zeb’ is fine for the showbiz life you have planned for her.
You must let me know the address of your blog. I am looking forward to hearing all about your Scilly walks. And I’d like to see a photo of your matching ‘I caught Scilly crabs’ t-shirts.
I too have found this technology very useful to bore people.
Can’t talk anymore, got my toenails to clip, but will catch up soon.
Pip pip,old boy.
Blimey, second photo in particular looks very Cornwall!
Is wild camping difficult in the US then?