We left the San Francisco Commune and walked along the highway to the shore, some pushing bikes, some just backpackin’ it. 2 of our group are mute by choice, so it makes it an interesting challenge communicating sometimes.
We slept under a tree on the dunes beneath a suburb. The waves crashing below lulled us to sleep on the soft sand under the gentle flapping of our make-shift rain shelter. Luckily, it didn’t rain, because I was sleeping directly under a slot in the rain fly and would have been soaked.
We tried to cook our food on an uncompleted rocket stove, but were mostly unsuccessful. So, we dumped out the embers (which it was good at making) and started a full fledged fire. We cooked enough quinoa and lentils for all (7 of us + 2 dogs). Success!
Slow start getting up today, getting water, replenishing food supplies. We’ve walked perhaps an hour from last night’s home, and sat waiting for one reason or another for about the same.
At this rate, we’ll make Santa Cruz by the New Year, but I’m not complaining. It’s a different kind of pace, and I’m trying my damnedest to get used to it.