From San Francisco I cruised down to Monterey.  I had been planning on taking it easy but managed to kick out a couple short days and a 65mile leg.  This section marked the first time I wore shorts and a short sleeve shirt all day when riding.

I took a day off for Christmas in Monterey, found some Christmas Calamari and made friends with the heaviest-handed bartender in town.

Over the last few years I usually spent Christmas doing one of two things: cooking for days or refinishing hardwood floors (don’t ask).  Although I was alone, had no stocking, and far from home; I enjoyed the day.

The next day I headed south.