Day 55 – Michael and I packed up and decided to eat breakfast at a cafe in Carpinteria. It was a Cajun / Mexican place. I asked the waitress what their best breakfast was and she suggested the jumbalaya. I was feeling adventurous, so I said, “okay!” It was a spicy soup with sausage, shrimp and some chopped up vegetables. On top, were two eggs over medium. It was spicy enough to get my sinuses flowing a bit. I balanced out the heat with small slices of cornbread and butter. It was good, but I don’t think I’ll do jumbalaya for breakfast again anytime soon.
On the way south, we came along a stretch of road 1 to 2 miles long that was completely lined by RVs and campers. It was a city on the edge of the beach. It’s hard to believe there are that many people with these giant homes on wheels. We continued down a series of bike paths and side streets until we came into the City of Ventura. There we stopped at a Vons and bought some lunch and extra food for dinner. We found some empty cardboard boxes and set them out on the cement for seats. There we ate our goodies like the homeless. I had a chicken caesar wrap and some cookies. I felt like it was at least kind of healthy.
We went through downtown Ventura, where we passed a beer festival. Then we turned out to the ocean and biked down the boardwalk and around the pier. It wasn’t long before we were out of town cruising through crop fields again. We took some long straight roads that seemed to go on forever. We made our way into Oxnard, through some industrial areas and past a power plant. I could hear all of the wires buzzing above us as we went by. We went through downtown Oxnard, and I found out that there were some really nice parts of town that I didn’t know existed. There was a larger harbor and a nice fisherman’s wharf.
Leaving Oxnard, we hit another long straight stretch of roadway. I could see the Santa Monica Mountains far in the distance. Between us and them were endless fields of berries and grass. I couldn’t believe all of the grass that was being grown. Acres and acres of green lawns. We reconnected with Route 1 at the base of the mountains and the edge of the Pacific Ocean. We had to squeeze by Point Mugu Naval Base to get back on the Pacific Coastal Highway.
There was an interesting little missile museum outside near the onramp. We stopped and took photos. They even had life-size models of the F4 Phantom and F14 Tomcat fighter jets. It took me back to when I was a kid and wanted to be a fighter pilot. Back on the 1 we wound around mountains and next to the beach. It was a good 16 miles by the time we got to Malibu and Leo Carillo State Beach. We hurried to set up our tents and then we grabbed some beers at the beach store. We found a spot in the sand to enjoy our drinks and watch the sunset.
There must have been a surf school in session, because tons of kids were out on the water with their boards, surfing and doing tricks. It was weird being back in Leo Carillo. It’s where I stayed on my overnight practice run before I began this long journey. That little trip gave me the confidence to go for it and make these last 2 months happen. Back at the camp, we learned that the token machine was broke and we had to take cold showers. Luckily, cold in Southern California, is still luke warm. It was good to be back in LA.
(Repost of my 2014 Pacific Coast Tour Instagrams)