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| B marvels at my carbo treasures while refreshing at Neptune's Net on highway 1 |
Slammed into Oxnard from a restful stay at McGrath for a breakfast at The Best Breakfast Cafe and although it was not up to the chilaquiles at El Tapatio in Gaudalupe or the hash at the Worker Bee in Carp, it was still better than average; we also split a piece of apple pie with ice cream.
Things went downhill, at least for me, soon thereafter.
Forgetting the admonition to get food because down coast there was no sign of retail, I bombed out of town, leaving, I thought, the lads in the lifting fog only to have to circle back through the produce for at least an extra 5 miles and finally dump $15 on bready items from a lonely 7/11.
Met up with lads a sweaty hour later just outside a naval SeaBee's base in Port Hueneme.
Galloped south on the One behind Roc toward Leo Carillo State Park and the beguiling shade of a grove of stately sycamores; under which I now write.
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| Big Sycamores made this hiker/biker spot at Leo Carrillo SB |
To be absolutely accurate there was a short stop at a solitary watering hole called Neptune's Net wherein I flashed my bready haul from the aforementioned 7/11 and downed a fruity Belgian white beer and a bag of chips. It's a hard life on the road but starvation isn't in it.
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