Le biologiste passe, la grenouille reste.
Jean ROSTAND


Day 31

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Rides = nil
Arrival = Long Beach
KM travelled = nil
$ spent = nil
Time passed on the road = nil
km walked = 8





I woke up at 6 am shivering. My tent was like a humidifier, there were drops of condensation falling on me. My sleeping bag felt like a giant rag. I made some adjustments before falling asleep again with the sound of the crashing waves.

8 am second réveil.
It was less cold than at six. I got out of my damp possessions pretty quick. The fog was still there and the beach still looked like an attack of polka dots. I ate some bread with peanut butter and went for a walk. First stop the ocean. I was surprised at the frigid temperature of the water as I always thought that the Pacific was a warm ocean... At first, I walked barefoot in the water. When I realized that the cold had turned my legs red, I continued my stroll with socks and sneakers. It felt like I was the only human being around. I walked for hours. The world around me was filled with peace, time had stopped.

I saw some strange creatures that were attached to rocks. They looked like suction cups with hair around the edge. If you touch them they will contract and spit liquid in the process. As I was making some drawings I thought about having gone to an insect summer camp in the eighth grade. I was in the dragonfly group. I loved it. We spent days in swamps gathering all kind of dragonflies, and in the evening we would draw them on graph paper. Anyway here's some of the drawings.

- Daniel



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