Once again, the sound of the space shuttle prodded me awake. That was after some kind of tarp flapping followed by rain incident before daylight - the general vicinity of Team Tim and Cindie’s tent. The large birds in the trees were beginning to stir, competing for airspace with the pair of owls that had worked the campsite all night long. Elke must have slept well, she bounded out of the tent in full-on play mode, knowing perfectly well that I don’t play for the first five minutes of near consciousness. Being a smart girl, she went after the team instead.

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The threat of rain never really materialized, but the wind was busy flapping tarps all night. Once again, I woke up early, most likely prompted by the space shuttle taking off from Tim’s picnic table. Cindie and I stared at each other with baggy eyes and decided that the three day crossing of the Big Sur coast had taken its toll on us. Fog, rain, mist, big climbs, long stretches between overpriced services. It all adds up to tired.

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