I awoke in the morning to the sound of a running creek, in the most comfortable bed I’ve ever experienced. I’d managed to wake up naturally before the alarm went off, which was especially pleasing. Being on a tight schedule with our holiday had meant most morning’s I’d set an alarm to ensure we weren’t late. I showered and packed up our gear, and made another hot lemsip drink I’d picked up at the chemist the day before. I was still feeling pretty fatigued from the flu, but I was determined to have a better day.
We met everyone up at the main lodge for breakfast; it was a big wooden cabin with quaint decorations. This place really cemented for me that I was in America, compared to anywhere else we had been. It resembled the small town places I’ve seen on the tv – the two bowser petrol station, the wooden cabins, the patriotic flag flying out the front. After breakfast everyone came down to look at our cabin and enjoy a cup of tea before we packed up and continued on our way. Unfortunately it was still quite foggy, so rather than redo everything we missed the previous day due to the fog, we continued towards Pismo Beach. The fog made for some beautiful moments though, where you could see the coast line and the fog over the Pacific Ocean.
