Kirk Creek Campground > Cambria (47.72 miles)

Siri woke me up at 7:00. I quickly packed camp and headed south on a quiet Highway 1. I love this stretch. In the early morning, I had the road to myself. Eight miles down the road, I turned east and climbed the short and curvy road to Treebones Resort. It was originally intended to be a retirement community. Zoning issues delayed the project until the family made it what it is today, a "glamping" destination with 15 yurts and the best Sushi bar between San Francisco and LA. I enjoyed my grain cereal with soy milk as I absorbed the view from the deck.

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After breakfast, I headed south again, encountering more climbs than I remember. This is a common affliction among cyclists. Eventually the elevations slacked out in the miles just before San Simeon. When I got to San Simeon, I took a left and made my way to the Hearst Castle visitors’ center. On the cafeteria menu, I discovered a "side of veggies" hiding between the quarter pound Angus ’dog and the Mac and cheese. I was a happy boy. Three please.

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Lunch downed, I watched a movie called "Building The Dream”, and then boarded a tour bus for the short drive up to the hilltop extravaganza. I'll spare the details. I think it's fair to say that William Randolf had loads of money, and was one of the most amazing recyclers.

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He acquired massive amounts of antiquities, and modified them to fit his designs. He cared less about the intrinsic value in the art and more about how it looked in a particular room. The man had taste though. The home exudes old world charm and not new world Vegas. The tour was groovy, and it was fun to imagine being one of his guests in a different era.

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Once the tour bus dropped me off at the bottom of the hill, I jumped in the saddle for another six miles.

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Tonight I'm staying at the Bridge Street Inn, a fabulous hostel (bring your own towel to this one).

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