We tried to get out of the camp spot before it got warm, but that didn't happen. By 10am it was a toasty 85 or so. We rode highway 20 back to Ft Bragg. For some reason my mind was just not in it, so I didn't push it. Maybe it was the tire. I was still able to feel a slight pulsing. Darn.
Going south on highway 1 was interesting. The fog never really let until lunch time. In terms of scenery, the first parts were sort of blah with frequent twisties as the road dipped down to the river mouths.
As the cliffs became taller and more rugged the cows started comming out.
I am falling asleep, so I will finish it tomorrow.
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