After I left the bar, it was a short ride to the campground. Many of the folks from the night before were at this campground too, as we all seem to be heading towards San Francisco. I joined them on the beach for a campfire. Sybill is Swiss, Nick is an Aussie, Hendrika a Canadian who emigrated from Holland, and, as Hendrika told me this morning when I asked for his name, “the German guy.” (I’ll find out tonight if I run into them again). There’s also Doug from San Diego, but he’s quiet and gets up and leaves before anybody else is up. It’s nice to walk into a campground and at least have seen somebody before and start to get to know them.

Note the gulls