Shoulderless roads seperate the boys from the fools

So I'm 2 miles from Eureka, Ca. I was thinking about getting a room and spending the day tooling around the town and doing laundry but I really want to get some miles in. But my mind and body were about to hit the breaking point yesterday so I'm not sure what it will be. I took a side trip into the redwood forest about 15 miles after I crossed the cali. border to get to the Jedediah Smith campground which was deep in there. It definitely was amazing and a nice break from the blistering heat. After that I cut back in to 101 and headed down to Orick. The days have been a little brutal. California specializes in treacherous highways like Oregon does with Bridges. i estimate that I climbed about 5,000 ft. of elevation in the last three days. And they all seem to be so steep. The kind that has the grade warning by the road for descending vehicles. One hill climbed to 1,200 ft. with most of it having no shoulder to ride on. I'm doing between 4 and 6 miles an hour while cars are screaming by at 40 and 50. I wanted to stop and take a picture but I couldn't kill my stride. California is not for lovers, it's for sadists. But after a few hours of climbing hills I get to scream down a mountain for ten minutes and it almost makes it worth it. Doing fifty miles an hour on a bike is pretty exhilarating.