Jan 12 - Irish Beach, CA

Jan 12 – Irish Beach, CA

Elk, CA

There would have been some delicious irony if I had died after being blown off the side of the bridge by the speeding lumber truck.

Luckily, I didn’t.  At the next sweeping curve, I met Mark, who had been on his own walking adventure from Buffalo, New York to California via Florida and the southern route through Texas.  He was headed north to a speaking event in Eureka from San Francisco.  We talked for a few minutes, sharing a rice cake and some almonds, and then carried on in our opposite directions.  I slept that night in a lean-to constructed out of driftwood on Irish Beach, serenaded by the sonorous roar of crashing surf.