Remarkably the sun was beaming as soon as I traversed into the Californian border. With the sun on my face and a light breeze keeping me cool in the bright sunshine, I was in high spirits. The ride to Crescent city across the border from Brookings was delightful. It felt good to be cycling in the warmth of the sun. The damp air slowly turned crisper and drier and I felt less cold. The ocean waters of the Pacific actually began to look a beautiful blue rather than a dull grey and the tall grass swayed with the wind.
I stopped briefly at a beach to grab a bite of the sandwich I was carrying and met an American family. They had come to the beach to disperse the ashes of their father in the ocean. I was surprised as I thought that white Christians would actually bury and not cremate their dead.
I reached Crescent City in the afternoon and that allowed me to look up a lead that I had got from a blog. It concerned a Church in Crescent that permitted cyclists to spend a night or two at the community center on the grounds. I got directions to the Church from the town library and was happy to have found a nice place to stay the night.