Day 9 Sunday January 20

Lime Kiln Creek mouth with S and B

S's postcard from Lime Kiln

     Not a driving day. Tucked, as I mentioned, half behind the pump house we are resting. But no, by 10 o’clock we are on the bikes headed south on US 1 toward, but not necessarily to, Gorda. There is mist, fog, and dense drizzle and hundreds of millennials in leotards on racer bikes also heading south; it turns out to Santa Barbara. They pass us in clumps. Ingamba the project is called and there are many support vehicles including a late model Cadillac sedan.  About 2 hours into this side trip with the dense drizzle and all I sought succor at a clearly hoity toity resort called Treebone. Nice place but no hospitality vibe and the only staff visible lied about the short cut trail back down to the highway which I had seen earlier. Anyway Gorda appeared finally and we had a lunch and some beers to calm the nerves. Two of the other diners we knew from the camp at Lime offered a ride back and we took it sharing their car with a giant white dog named Hank. We had to break camp and drive to Gorda to get the bikes though, so there goes the carbon footprint. Now we relax in the apartment, but the breeze  is stiffening and the awning, not quite protected at one end by the pump house, is buffeting, preventing true rest.