Lots of bugs at Leo Carrillo. I didn’t get bitten once, though. I put mayflies out of my tent, because they tend to fly into my face or mouth while I’m sleeping. All the other small flying things I left alone.
I made a small fire with twigs in the fire ring in the morning. Few others were up at dawn. I packed up, had some Pan Dolce and the last piece of salami, then was ready to go. At the bathroom, I saw Emily, and asked her to say goodbye to her group for me.
8 am, about 35 miles to the Surf City Hostel, mostly flat on bike path, ample services along the way after the Malibu Hills. Let’s rock.
Just after Santa Monica, another cyclist came alongside me and we started chatting. He had one pannier, so I asked whether he was touring, too. No, he was local, but rode for exercise. He was recently retired from Northrup Grumann, having previousy worked at Boeing. Over 30 years as an Aerospace engineer, and never laid off. He had worked on the 767, as well as the Gamma Ray Observer, and X-Ray telescope. Like myself, he did a little bit of everything at work. He led me all the way to the Surf City Hostel, and we ended up having lunch together at Good Stuff (yes, that’s actually the name of the restaurant). John’s wife had cancer at the same time as the owner’s wife, so he became good friends with the owner. His wife is clear, now.
The hostel has free breakfast tomorrow morning from 8-11 am, and checkout is by 11 am.