David Johnson's Travel Blog
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03/13  Your present plans...
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03/19  Into the desert
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03/26  Border Town
03/27  Yuha Desert
03/28  Otay Mountain Truck Trail
03/29  San Diego
04/02  Traffic
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04/05  Camarillo
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04/23  Milk Cows
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05/10  More Big Trees
05/14  Crescent City
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05/16  Rogue River-Siskiyou National Forest
05/17  Shady Cove
05/20  The hub is dead
Biking West 2015
Chickens and Pheasants 2016
Biking About 2016
New Zealand 2016
Kayak Trip 2017



tl;dr: I started in traffic in San Diego and peddled in traffic all the way through Camp Pendleton.

I attempt to keep myself on East Coast time even though I'm on the West Coast. This is because I still haven't been fired from my job. This means that I'm up every morning around 3 AM. I immediately strike out in search of coffee. There are always people out in about here, no matter the time of day. I'm not even in San Diego proper. And nobody pays me any attention. People here have seen it all I guess.

Wednesday afternoon I biked around San Diego Bay, taking a ferry from Coronado to downtown San Diego, because the San Diego-Coronado Bridge doesn't allow bicycles.

Thursday I hit the road to enjoy non-stop traffic in cities that melded one into another all the way along the coast. Surprisingly, the bicycle lanes and paths were very liberal and well-defined. But those were busy as well. The beach trails were clogged with pedestrian traffic.

My chain is making noises. It's probably from all of the sand I've biked through. I need to find a pressure washer and clean my chain tomorrow.

I opted to bike through Camp Pendleton rather than take the Interstate. At the entry checkpoint, one of the MPs had an attitude. "This is highly irregular. People normally only bike through here on the weekends!" He also was upset because I was in the "THRU TRAFFIC" lane. I pointed out that I was biking straight through. He grilled me a little bit and finally sent me over to another lane with a more experienced MP. That guy was effectively, "Why are you bothering me. Just go though."

I ended up camping just north of Camp Pendleton (I think technically I was still inside Camp Pendleton, but I was past all the fences.) I found a spot below the cliffs that block the rumble of the nearby interstate and block the wind off the ocean. I can still hear the crashing of the waves. I had been considering paying $80 for a hotel room. This is better. The cliffs do not block out the military helicopters that constantly fly up and down the coast every thirty minutes.

mobile home

people in California love stacking stones

San Diego-Coronado Bridge

San Diego

bike path in San Diego

bike path along the beach

bike lane through the city

bike path alog the coast

much of Camp Pendleton looks like this

good place to camp

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