My last day of riding on the coast. I explore Fort Bragg a bit – it has a strange sort of old west look to it. Lots of wooden storefronts. Maybe it’s to go with the logging trucks that roll through on highway 1. I find break fast and coffee before moving on.
The wind picks up in the afternoon, and I decide to make camp at an empty campground along the highway before the road turns inland and up 2000-ft Leggett Hill.