09/23 I’m not really in Crescent City but close enough (3-4 miles). Still made it into CA only one day behind schedule. My primary CG for the night was supposed to be a small city park but when I got to where my GPS said it was going to be there was a drive-in theater instead. I spotted an RV park only couple miles away so I started to head off for that. I made it about a 1/2 mile and then saw the sign to the park. Funny how things just have a way of working out.
Saw Oris on the way into the town of Brookings, OR. We chatted for a bit at a fresh fruit stand where I also loaded up on peaches and pears. Also saw Joe, a rider heading down to SF from Connecticut. I’ve seen him on the road and at various CG’s for about a week now. He was looking for a hiker/biker site to camp at (that’s what he calls state parks which have areas set aside for those without cars). I have no idea if CA even has cheap tent camping in the state parks like Oregon does. I’ll find out soon enough. Joe is kind of on the s-list of the other bikers I’ve been riding with because he talks very loud and likes to wake up at 6:30am and call his family. Hopefully he found a spot for the night–just not one close to where I am. 
The ride up and over the big hill north of Gold Beach was a cinch. In fact I didn’t stop pedaling from the time I left GB until I’d ridden about 20 miles. The weather helped a little because the entire coastal area was blanketed in fog and it was kind of cold. Rather than putting a jacket on to warm up I just kept riding. The fog didn’t lift until I crossed into California and then it was beautiful out. I was also 1 mph away from breaking my top speed record coming down from the hill from GB. If I would have realized how close I was I would have tucked in and broken it. Next time I guess.
Saw something I haven’t seen before in one of the feilds just past the OR/CA border. A guy driving a tractor was towing 2 sleds, one behind the other. Each sled had 4 wheels and was very close to the ground. Laying face down on each sled was a guy (or girl; couldn’t tell) picking whatever was growing in the plated rows as the tractor towed them along. What a horrible job– sucking in tractor fumes as the sun beats down on you all day. Great for the environment too. Is that the best idea they could come up with for harvesting whatever it was? It was probably the cheapest and that’s all that matters.
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