It was so cold last night—high 40s, I am told—that I really had no choice but to bury myself deeply in my down sleeping quilt, and I am so glad that I also brought a 15-degree bag liner along.
It was still chillly—probably low fifties—when I finally started riding this morning.
And it was cold enough throughout the day that I didn’t remove my leg warmers until after I had set up my camp in the hiker-biker site at Salt Point State Park.
Even so, a heat wave continues raging just to the east.
“Enjoy the fog,” a Point Arena local shouted from the roadside as I pedaled by. “It’s 106 three miles inland.”
I just checked the local weather as I write this from my hammock in the hiker-biker site at Salt Point.
56 degrees, the weather app says. And to me, it feels a bit on the hot side, at least when I am in the sun.
There are no showers at Salt Point. But this is one of the best sites I have stayed in yet. I have the whole site to myself. It’s quiet. There’s a bathroom right next to me. And there’s a great Wi-fi network that covers my campsite.
Earlier today, as I left Mendocino and entered Sonoma County, I noticed a difference. There seems to be a lot more money in Somoma, and I felt safer.
In Gualala, right on the Mendocino-Sonoma county border, I even felt like I could leave the bike outside the supermarket, without having to worry about it.
Still locked it, though.
Lots of Hispanics working the store and the pizza place next door. I enjoyed trying out my Spanish on them.
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| Breakfast is served |
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| William, the entrance station staffer. |
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| When was the last time you used one of these? |
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