We left en masse this morning, safety in numbers, with Steve ably map reading and navigating us through the morning rush hour.
Due to prioritising not colliding with the participants in the rush hour, there are no photos of the first hour of the day.
Once through, yet another impeccable bike path awaited, to take us to Long Beach.
Steve expected us to then 'engage the turbos' but sadly mine have conked out. Replaced by turtle power.
Lots of boats and ships to see around the shoreline, but more fun were the pelicans :-)
The path took us away from the built up areas and soon we were back amongst the sand.
It's good to see the naughtier members of society paying their dues sweeping the sand off, under the watchful eye of a man with a baton (and gun no doubt).
These are such a beautiful colour, and so commonplace. Just lovely.
Soon we were at Laguna Beach. Well, not soon actually, as it all felt like a sluggish slog. But once there, time for some fries and an icy drink.
And then a crawl along to the hotel.
Come on legs (and spot of bother) only one more day to the border!
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