Doheny State Beach

The ride to Doheny took us out of Los Angeles, through the industrial area and into the suberbs.  We stopped at Huntington Beach for some lunch and continued on the wide bikepath along the beach to Newport and Laguna Beach.  The guide book underestimated the hills a little because they were sure big and rolling.  But riding through these two resort cities was some of my favorite parts.  The white houses with the ceramic tiled roofs stacked on the side of the hills were amazing.  Prime real estate right there.

Going throuh Laguna Beach we met another cyclist as we were stopped at a stoplight debating which way to go. He didn't really look like other cyclists we've encountered.  He had antlers mounted on the front on his handlebars, with very little equipment just a couple of back panniers. He wore a straw hat, leather jacket, white baggy pants and worn out shoes. And he said he was on his way home to Argentina from Wyoming and he had to be across into Mexico the next day because his visa was about to expire.  He had a lot of riding ahead of him. Luckily for him he was a gorgeous Argentinian and would probably not have any problem hitch hiking.  We arrived in Doheny late enough we just set up camp, made food and went to sleep with the sounds of the amtrak ringing in our ears.