Day 172 - 21st November, Westport - Cleone - Fort Bragg - Caspar - Russian Gulch State Park, 30.45 miles

A tak to vyslo, rano vstaneme a je nadherne slnecno, po hmle ani stopy. Skumame pobrezie, bicyklujeme kusok po starej jednotke, ktora uz padla za obet erozii a bola z polovice odrolena do oceanu. Zaciname husenkovu jazdu po pobrezi severnej Kalifornie, po pobrezi tak nadhernom az z toho prechadza zrak. Nadherne skaly roztodivnych tvarov, zatoky, plaze, farba oceanu je azurovo modra, na slnku je prijemne tepluco a v tieni skoro mrzne. Navyse okolite kopce na rozdiel od Oregonu nebiju do oci ohyzdnymi holorubmi, tu je vsake les a blizko pobreziu su pastviny a rance, pastva dobytka je dost extenzivna, mal som dojem, ze tu boli len preto aby dotvarali atmosferu. V jednej z pocetnych zakrut stretavame cyklistu smerujuceho z L.A. na Aliasku (s tym ze zimu precka vo Washingtone), na voziku zapriahnutom za bikom vezie okrem batoziny aj svojho verneho psiska, zda sa ze obom sa to paci.Uistuje nas, ze dalej to bude este omnoho kopcovitejsie. Dobre spravy vzdy potesia :-). Prechadzame prijemnymi mesteckami, zvacsa len pre tych majetnejsich. Pri Cleone utesy miznu a zrazu to tu vyzera ako v pusti, na siroko daleko len pieskove duny. Spravili sme zopar "pustnych" fotiek. Vo Fort Braggu nakupujeme potraviny a za pekneho zapadu slnka dochadzame do zavreteho Russian Gulch State Park na dne hlbokeho udolia. Zavreteho len na zavoru a s otvorenymi toaletami a tecucou vodou, idealne miesto pre nas. V noci bolo celkom slusne zima, rano sme sa zobudili do stanu pokryteho namrazou.

The miracles happen all the time. After foggy yesterday, today is sunny, good tailwind, perfect day for biking. The coast is getting more and more hilly and the views on the landscape around us are getting more and more spectacular. Amazing rock formations, cliffs, small bays, beaches, the hills around are with nice forest (big difference to compare with Oregon), on the slopes heading to the ocean are ranches and pastures with cows or horses. In one of many curves, we met one guy heading to Alaska (from L.A.), he would like to spend winter in Washington. What was interesting, was that he was carring his dog with him (quite big one). She was packed in the trolley and seems to enjoyed it. We passed through quite nice towns, probably mostly vacation residences for a rich people, but still with peacefull atmosphere. After Cleone the cliffs and rocks desappeared and everywhere was sand and sand dunes, nearly like in the desert. In Fort Bragg we did some grocery and after nice sunset we stayed in Russian Gulch State Park, even it was closed (at least we were alone). It was freezing in the night, in the morning the tent and grass was covered by frost.