*Most* of the rest of the ride down 1 was uneventful — blue skies,
gorgeous scenery, relatively little traffic. My camera wasn’t working
too well, which was annoying — the lens was all fogged up. 🙁
About 20 miles north of Cambria, it started raining. Not only raining,
but *pouring* — the kind of rain that pretty much just soaks you
instantly, so you sort of stop caring after a minute or two. I know
Peter hates riding in the rain, but he did very well.
We arrived in Cambria to a bunch of “no vacancy” signs, but when we
stopped at one motel to ask for advice, the lady at the desk said they’d
had a cancellation. So we’re at the Creekside Inn, drying out before
dinner, and listening to the people down the hall. They sound drunk
already.