Kirk Creek Campground

We spent the night at Kirk Creek Campground on the water. We discovered how welcome cyclists are along the coast and in the campgrounds. For many reasons it was nice to be along the coast. The views were magnificent, the idea that we are finally seeing the North Pacific Ocean instead of the North Atlantic was pretty amazing. This part of the route had actually campgrounds. Which made our nights very different from the rest of our trip. We had opportunities to have campfires, to be social, to have the security of being in a real campground instead of the city park or back country camping. The campgrounds have designated areas for cyclist and hikers, instead of us being mixed in with people car camping and RV camping. Also a great thing about California camping is that we found out they can not turn cyclist away because the campground is full. We also learned to explore the campgrounds before paying because every single campground we stayed in we were invited to stay with someone else on their campsite.
Cycling along the coast was an excellent way to end our trip. Though we really should have never been stressed or worried on the trip at all, somehow we were...The coast was a stress free environment, and for the first time on the trip-we were getting along with one another better than we had on the whole trip. It is great to feel that we will end this trip on a positive note:)
At the Kirk Creek Campground we stayed in the cycling hiking area which was full by the time we got there. We made room and while I watched and photographed the sunset, Rocky set up camp and attempting to start a fire. (Not one of the most successful fires-We are so used in Utah and Nevada having such dry wood, we could start a fire with anything...This one was a struggle)
We met other people touring, I was tired and went to bed while Rocky was a bit more social that evening.
We headed out in the morning. We were the second touring people to leave the campground...Not to bad since we have a hard time getting moving in the morning






SURFER CLUB CAMPING!

We were headed to Ventura when we were going down a hill and to my right I saw a campgroun on the water. "Let's Set up camp here!" I told Rocky.
Sure enough we did, 6 miles outside Ventura.
It was an RV park. Many of the people there were in a Surfer's Club that was there for a weekend. We spoke to a few of them, and we were quickly invited in by them for dinner, campfire, music, and to camp on one of their sites. I became very attached to one of the guys at the campground, Budha, a black French Bull Dog. We thought of taking the day off to attempt surfing ourselves, but when we awoke the water was as smooth as I have ever seen it, so we got ready for the day. Though it was no ordinary day! It was HALLOWEEEEEN!
Costume time. I was a lady bug, Rocky was a pirate, though I must say his costume was lacking a bit. In the morning we met some more members of the surfer's club, gave us some fruit to start us off, and gave them our thanks and goodbyes before leaving. We got prepared for a halloween day, I said my goodbyes to Budha, and headed off.


Buddha




Our Campsite



Surfer Club Members