The days are taking on a different pattern now: less fog in the morning, nice and clear, and really hot by 11am. We set off along the path to Huntington Beach.
On the way, we meet and chat to another cyclist. We pause in HB itself to exchange details and have a drink. It’s really warming up now.
Eventually we reach Newport Beach, which seems to be a rich little town, boasting a Maserati dealership. We stop for lunch at a Ruby’s diner. Apparently, Arnold Schwarzenegger, the Governator, passed a law which requires restaurants to say how many calories there are in their dishes. It’s distressing, really. You should have seen the milkshakes, some were 1500 calories all by themselves.
On we go, over a headland, past a beach, over a headland, past a beach.
It’s hotter than the hobs of hell now. Here’s a photo Diane took be accident when we stopped for a breather and a cool down.
When we arrive in San Clemente, we’re staying in a nice motel again. We have a beer to celebrate.
Diane is very happy to have a glass to drink it out of. When we camp, we drink it from cups or the bottles.
Spiffing. Off to Carlsbad tomorrow.
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