We ended up not getting the early start which we had anticipated. I had more things to take care of in Redwood City than I had planned for, and James was also running late coming back from the East Bay. Eventually we decided that if he left by bike from the Millbrae BART station and I left from Redwood at the same time, we would meet in San Mateo where we could head to the coast from. After meeting, and then eating, and then getting some groceries we finally left at about 2:30pm.
After a few detours we finally ended up on highway 92 headed for Half Moon Bay. Before us lay the coastal mountain range that separated the sea from us. We must've been riding that route at rush hour because car traffic wouldn't let up. For the most part cars were understanding but once we got over the range, the shoulder started getting pretty bad. After a few cars passed by a little too close for comfort we kicked it up a notch so that we could get out of there and back to highway 1 as soon as possible.
Although there were some great places to stop and explore along the coast, like artichoke farms, pumpkin patches and corn mazes, we were trying to make up for lost time. It had been a nice day, and as the sun continued its descent our shadows were cast long across the highway and on the hills to our left.
By the time we reached Pescadero State Beach it was dark out and we started searching for shelter. I was also out of water and considered knocking on random house doors to try to find some. A rotating light coming trough the darkness indicated a lighthouse ahead which seemed like a good place to head for. Come to find out it was. At the Pigeon Point Lighthouse Hostel we were able to fill up on water, and although the hostel was a little out of our budget the girl behind the counter was very helpful in pointing us in the direction of some nearby places to camp.
Hardly a mile from the lighthouse we found a suitable spot to sleep. It was right on a cliff, with ocean waves crashing about 20ft below us. We were covered from the road by brush and a small mound, but there were no trees. James and I both set up our tents to hang off our bikes. It was a bit cold, and I feared that the morning would bring mist but I was certainly ready for sleep. With the lighthouse within view to our north, and the constant roar of the ocean droning out any other noise, I felt that we had chosen a spot wisely. I think we both fell asleep quickly and my mattress of ice plants proved to be a comfortable solution to sleeping on the ground.
Miles: 40
RRD: An unopened bag of chips and a insulated polar water bottle (both of which I picked up)
-D
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