Getting Pushed Uphill

I realized today that I’ve been mostly writing about the bad things that happen to me so I thought I’d write in a more positive light today.

Today finds me in a little town called Point Arena and heading for Salt Point State Park. It’s an absolutely beautiful day with a mean tail wind that can literally push me up some of the hills. Which is a very nice change since I’m usually the one complaining about head winds. I don’t think I’ve seen a cloud in the sky all day and it’s really nice to bike along the coast. It’s not the coast as it was in Oregon where the ocean just churned and was bleak. Instead here it’s blue and fades into the horizon like it does in Hawaii.

We camped in Van Damme State Park last night (unfortunately no relation to Jean-Claude) and made smores, I felt it was my duty as an American to educate the foreigners to the wonder of them. In hopes that through smores we can achieve world peace.

I’ve tried to upload some pictures but don’t have the time to comment on all of them, and resizing them takes a lot of time. I’ll try and add more later so they will probably end up out of order.