Ok, I mean no offense to this park, since it housed me for the night. But it's right by the railroad, and the trains have no problem using their whistles throughout the night. And there's alot of trains. It also seems to be close to a farm. A farm with roosters. Oh, and those trucks kept going down the highway too. And there were coyotes. And if this place was kinda creepy to begin with, I woke up to have it fog bound. My tent was sopping wet as a result, and it wasn't going to get drier any time soon, so I had to pack it up damp. I believe the psycho killer's pickup truck belonged to a ranger I saw that morning. I did get to see an owl and um...a rabbit (which I saw three times circling the night before looking for the campgrounds; until I saw it too late the last time). I replaced my headlight bulb, and am amazed at my foresight to buy an extra just the week before I left.
I was hungry, and had breakfast in a chain restaurant like Denny's in Hanford. I was amused to note that the hostess discreetly informed me that there was $1.49 special. Ok, so it had been two days without a shower, and I'm sure I looked dishevelled. They seemed to wonder why I was writing, and both her and my waitress asked me if I was writing a book. I said I just liked to know where I had been.
I-5 is not the scenic route through California. This is not really fun riding, and I actually started feeling a bit saddle sore. As I got closer to the Bay Area, the fog finally thinned out, but it began to rain as I took highway 152 towards Gilroy. And then familiar roads and traffic as I trace the route I normally take from work, from San Jose home.
I was happy with how my bike held up, but I can't say she's glad to be home. I'm sure her dreams in the garage at night include hundreds of miles of asphalt, and that she'll try not to even complain too much about the cold.
Thank you for coming along, and remember! Rubber side down.