(written offline in my tent) This marked my first full week on the road. Before leaving Lompoc this morning, I had to stock up on supplies. There were no towns for about 50 miles, and my intention was to camp sooner than that. So I needed lunch, dinner, and breakfast for the next day. Also, there were 3 big climbs for the day, so I couldn’t dally long. In anticipation of all this, I got up at 5:03 am. The ground having a hard bump right where my hip went may have had something to do with it. My camp by the side of the road was far more comfortable.
I remember stopping in Lompoc on a bike tour with Stewart Lee 31 years ago, but as I recall, the ground was more comfortable, and the site was free.
I stopped at Subway on the way out. My favorite sandwich is the BMT. The $6 foot-long special for Thursday was BMT. It was a sign. I got one, which would be both my lunch and dinner. I got out of town at 10:00 am on the nose.
El Capitan was a lovely park, and only $10 for a spot in the hiker/biker group area. The campsite turned out to be a 1.5 mile backtrack along the frontage of the railroad tracks – the most remote part of the park, it seemed. At least I could wave to the passing Amtrak trains as they went by. There was a store in the park, but it seemed to be closed for the season.
I had the entire group area to myself – too bad, because one of the main reasons to camp is to meet other travelers. It was cool and breezy, making tent setup a little more difficult than usual.
There was a bathroom 200 steps away from my tent, which had individual unisex bathrooms and showers. It was 25 cents for the shower. I could have probably made it on one coin, but waited until the water was no longer freezing cold to jump in. It was cool and refreshing, then warm by the end of the first quarter. I had already washed the shampoo out of my hair by then, but used more shampoo to wash all over, then dropped another quarter for a rinse off and luxury soak. Felt wonderful to be clean. This was the first shower since Linda’s house.
The wind got much stronger at dusk. The tent started to move, even though I had all the doors open, and all my gear was weighing it down. My body was enough to keep the tent in place, but overnight, I could feel the tent being tipped slightly by wind gusts.
Miles: 32 (estimate)