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After a very healthy breakfast with Lifto and Sarah, I headed up to Van Nuys to visit with my grandmother. The visit wasn't as long as I would have liked, but I was hoping to be home tonight, and I wanted to get as much distance covered as I could. It turned out to be too far anyway, so I should have stayed there longer.
I had a Belgian waffle in Solvang, the Danish capital of the US, and continued north on the 101. As I approached Paso Robles, I came to the conclusion that I just wasn't going to make it all the way to SF in the inland heat. I turned towards the coast, hitting Cambria in time for a late lunch, but not in time to stop at Hearst Castle for long enough to make a visit worthwhile.
From there, I took the Pacific Coast Highway north, quickly getting into territory where I recognized things from the bike trip I did a few years back. It's funny how many of the places were familiar. I guess I had a lot of time to get to know them, moving slowly on a bicycle.
The PCH was pretty, but also fairly annoying. It was foggy, and many of the drivers were extra-slow. And, of course, it never occurs to them that if they have a line of vehicles right behind them, it means that they are the ones that the "slower traffic use turnouts" signs are meant for. The Mexican custom of passing at any old time, rather than waiting for a dashed line, never seemed so appealing.
A little way past San Simeon, I had to pull over to put the quilted liner back into my motorcycle jacket and swap my perforated summer gloves for my normal ones. Towards evening, I even turned on my heated hand warmers. What a difference a day makes.
I decided to call it a day in Monterey.
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