Elk, CA

Nov. 29th. After climbing up out the hole we were in at the Albion River Campground, we pedaled only about 10 miles to Elk and decided to spend the night there, as there was a state park. It was for day use only but we made some local inquiries and found that if we camped there no one would make a fuss, as long as we didn't call attention to ourselves. We found a great spot high on a cliff behind a wooden railing, overlooking the surf crashing below. After a dinner of my scratch beef stew, we turned in at 6:30. I offered to whip Candy at gin rummy again, but she declined, wanting to get to bed. We both slept very well, drifting off to the crashing of the waves about 170 feet below.

Ron.