All this sun and heat is all very well during the day, at night it's as welcome as the bug that was found in Monique's bed in Brandon.
Consequently I had a trash sleep, my heart beating like it was still whizzing through Big Sur. Then, having misheard breakfast at 8am and not by 8am, I was last down and it was a frantic scurry.
Grrr.
It took some local scarecrows to re-ignite my holiday spark a mere few miles along the route.
Each shop in this town had an entry in the scarecrow competition, I was just glad we were cycling through in daylight.
Today the terrain changed, dry hillsides and sore backsides (post-yesterday's bottom bombardment).
I raised the bar significantly at our midday stop. A magnificent 'healing' smoothie, drunk while hiding from the sun, while Steve basked like one of the supersize butterflies we see soaking some rays on the sidewalk :-)
The coastline has taken a turn for the Malibu-esque, or at least how my schema for California has construed it to be.
Palm trees!
We were all landed by 2pm so time for a bike clean, me clean, then a walk to k mart.
A happy reminder en route of my life helping the little people back home:
Tonight is likely to be steak night, we're off to a western style saloon! After all, growing cyclists need good food ;-)
And good rest....
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