I think I always imagined Calfornia to be like LA everywhere, couldn't have been more wrong. We are driving up the coast, which is rugged, colourful and very beautiful. The countryside is also very peaceful and pretty.

At one point we had stopped to explore a bit and I was walking back to the van when I nearly stood on a snake that was across the path. I just managed to leap over it and stood about 5m away, it didn't seem at all bothered by the fact something had just jumped over it. Anyway so then it occurred to me that Jim had to come back this way and he only had jandals on and might not notice, dilemma. So I decided to wait for him. After a while the snake slid off into the grass so I crept past to go and find Jim. Next I see Jim head off in the distance into some very wild looking pastures. Waving like a loon didn't attract his attention so I just starting calling him all sorts of nasty things thinking how foolish he was and then headed off after him. Turned out he was following a little worn path so didn't deserve any of the names I called him, oops.

At the end of the day we ended up in the best camp, it was set amongst trees right beside a river.