I remember it wasn’t until Ohio that I stayed at a campground where there were actually other people there. That was a nice change of pace, nice to have people to talk to and hang out with (that’s also the first time I ran into raccoon issues). Here at Gaviota State Park, the campground is actually closed, only open to cyclists. The sites are scattered about the parking lot and past everything is the beach, framed by a tall railroad bridge that spans the length of the 2 cliffs that bookend the little slice of sand.
And it’s just me here to enjoy it. There were a few folks poking around to watch the sun set but, now it is dark, windy but, also very peaceful. I met a girl the other day at San Simeon but have not seen her since. The campground situation in Oceano last night was a bit screwy and I thought I ended up at a different campground than her, maybe I did. But I expected to see her here today but, that’s not the case. She was good company, for sure. A Wyoming native –I told her all the ridiculous shit that happened to me there and she just laughed. It was a peaceful ride through lots of farmland today, warm and sunny. Whenever the road veers inland into farm territory I’m always excited when it brings me back to the coast. It looks like that’s where I’ll be for the next couple of days.
I still don’t know what I’m doing for Thanksgiving, if I’ll ride or if I’ll sit still, if anyone will be where I am or what I’ll eat –probably some vegetarian chili. I wish I could’ve gone out on the pier here to watch the sunset but, it’s closed for construction and I was also too hungry to sit and wait for the sun to go down. I did take a little stroll on the beach but, I feel compelled to get everything set up so I can crawl in my tent right away when it starts to get cold. As I was finishing washing my dishes, I walked out of the bathroom to the sight and sound of an Amtrak train riding across the sky; most of the windows were lit up enough to see people inside, some walking around, opening this and that, others sitting by the window in their own little space watching the world whip on by or maybe lost in a good book.
I’m planning on taking the Amtrak back to Boston once the time comes to head home. I might’ve taken this site as a sign to head home if that train had been heading North but, sure enough it was barreling down the tracks, Southbound to cacti, more palm trees and more adventures in unknown places.