9/20 (Tuesday)
The next morning I start up another fire to keep warm. I take my sweet time packing up. The day earlier, I didn't pay the steep campsite fee $35 due to the forms not being available, and thinking a Ranger would stop by to collect. No one ever did.
The ride down the Coast is full of amazing scenery. Rough and wild wave slamming the rocky cliffs. Lighthouse no longer in service, but never the lesser for it. The ride down was twisty and curvy most all the way through. On a motorcycle, its fun, but in a pedestrian car, it would suck big time.
Towards the end of the day, I get a little aggressive, lock the rear brakes up going into a left hand corner hot, and high side, at a very slow speed. The result of which was that my brake master cylinder cover was ground down at the edges, and I lose my left mirror. I sprain my right wrist, and thankfully nothing more.
At around 7:50, I cross the golden gate bridge and I am in San Francisco. Call up my cousin Shane and and have dinner with him and his girlfriend Salisa at her mother's Thai restaurant. After catching up with family, I head over to my friend Junji's house in Northeastern San Francisco to roost.
