Day 2

I, pre-coffee, scoured maps as Kevin explained thermal dynamics to me. Rode along the water some more until it T-ed with Highway 101. Gorgeous but trafficky. In a little town called Mcreavy, we stumbled upon a county fair and walked around dazed in bike shorts. It's funny passing through Americana as yuppie cyclists, wearing ray-bans, clacking through the supermarket in clip-in shoes, sucking on energy gel. We ended up camping on a lawn in an RV park- all the different forms of "camping" all indiscriminately translate to a little red teepee on maps. But it was actually great. There was another group of cyclists camping there, we were so exhausted from the day that we were thrilled to have a place to cook and sleep, free firewood, a bottle of wine and chili and I was asleep 3 minutes after getting in the tent. It feels so good to be exhausted in that way- like every pore of the body has been flushed out and cleansed. 50 miles