So I came through San Francisco and all the satellite cities like Fairfax, and Sausalito yesterday to wind up at Half Moon Bay State Park. For a few days I had kept winding up at the same camp as this older guy from New Zealand. He was always gone before I even peeked my head out of the tent around eight in the morning but we seemed to be following the same book. Yesterday we decided to team up to traverse the city. It was awesome riding. We took almost all back roads and neighborhood streets. Occasionally asking for directions and constantly stopping to look at the map. It was a long, fulfilling day. We left camp close to eight in the morning and made it to the next camp 63 miles later around six P.M. We took some wrong turns and followed some bad directions and at one point found ourselves carrying our bikes up and down some stairs to get to the bike lane of the Golden Gate Bridge which in fact is not gold but more of a rusty orange or spicy pumpkin type of color. I was just stoked to be there.