Day 7

In the middle of the night I awoke to a downpour of rain and a slow drip from the top of the tent. I was worried, but unpacked my towel to catch the drip and curled up at the bottom of the tent to sleep the rest of the night. Thankfully there were no additional leaks, but it was still very windy and rainy when I got up for breakfast. Taking the wet, muddy, sandy tent down proved challenging in the fierce wind, but with some help it was stuffed away. Many of the bikers chose not to ride this final day, but my intrepid partners and I were not to be deterred. The ride was cold, windy and very very VERY wet, but we enjoyed every last minute of it. An extra breakfast stop at Harry's in La Jolla was off-route, but oh, so worth it. The most wonderful bacon waffle and mocha ever tasted. We were greeted with some amusement and disbelief as seven of us walked in completely dripping wet. Apparently locals don't ride in that kind of weather!

Gerda and I wave goodbye...

end of the trip, we grab a quick lunch and disperse...

Ray was a fantastic friend and I look forward to seeing him again this summer! Thanks for all those blankets!!! :)

We rode to the bike shop and marveled at the amazing varieties crammed in this tiny shop. Camille was left to be sent home in a box--poor Camille--a very boring way to spend a week after such an exciting one. 

 
I stayed at the Ocean Beach Motel which was pretty much right on the beach by the pier, the longest on the West Coast. 

It was an outrageously beautiful sunset and I enjoyed its breathtaking splendor while watching the waves crash on the rocks.

The bike-shop owner told us that "Hodad's Burger Joint" was the place to go, so we enjoyed some enormous burgers for dinner. Their chocolate milkshake is massively good as well. They advertise themselves as having served under 99 billion! The fascinating atmosphere is definitely a large part of their charm. :)