(written offline) I woke at 4:17 am, and went back to sleep for a while. When I got up two hours later, none of my neighbors were up, yet
In the early morning part of the ride I passed migrant workers picking strawberries. They really hustle! I saw them jogging down the furrows with boxes. Maybe they’re paid by the pound? I tried to take a picture, but my camera batteries had died. Maybe I wasn’t meant to take a picture.
Once over the summit, it was a fast but not perilous descent into Lompoc. Lompoc is a large town, so I got freeze dried meals and insect repellant at the Big 5. My devices needed charging, so I went to the local libary at 4, and plugged them in until 6 (see previous post).
The campground was actually mostly for RV’s. There were about 50 of them there, I would say, while I was the lone tent camper in a separate area. By the time I got there, everyone had retreated into their RV’s, so there was no socializing.