Reminds me of a hitchhiking trip from basically San Francisco to Coos Bay, Oregon. Stayed an extra day, just to spend the day there. The day, the beach, the bay were all wonderful. Then came the trip back. Got into California, just a bit south of Fortuna, not a place to be dropped off, if hitchhiking.

Bill decided to stay up and get us a ride. I was tired, so just laid down on the shoulder of the road. If a car or truck ran over me, would not know it for long. Just before dropping off he got a truck, that was from the Coachella valley to stop.

We were both solidly soaked. It was filled with produce from down south, near the Mexican border with California. We had raisins, dried fruit, nuts, and forget all what else. It was a wonderful and unexpected feast.