We’re off to Jed Smith State Park today. It’s off the route, but a couple staying at the camp recommended it. Off in the rain with the tent wet again. Over the California border, where we’re waved through the fruit and vegetable check without stopping.
The rain continues off and on, and there’s not much in the way of towns or what-like, so we end up eating lunch at Ray’s Food Market. Hopefully the weather will look up before San Francisco.
When we pitch up, Jed Smith is a nice camp. The hiker-biker is well away from the rest of the camp, right in the redwoods. The scarf isn’t an affectation: it’s there to stop me being eaten to death by the insects.
The park is on a river, also rather lovely.
The night is dark, and silent. We have to put everything in a bear locker, a large metal box which stops animals getting at it, so I spend some time imagining things are wandering about outside before falling asleep.
Predictably, it’s raining in the morning, so we pack up wet again. As you can see, the footprint of our tent is coffin-shaped.
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