Day 27

While walking around the RV park, somehow I ran into Guillaume. The Frenchman and I were reunited after a week. This was a pretty big coincidence since he doesn't have a phone and I hadn't contacted him. Turns out he was staying in a campground not too far from where I was staying so we decided to meet up the next morning and continue South together!

Higher Beef

Random tourist traps along the coast.

Santa Cruz! A peaceful college beach town.

My tent is slowly committing suicide.

Home can be wherever you want.