The old girl is full. She's at that " I just had my morning coffee and this is going to happen" kind of moment. It was time to leave our beloved cliff spot and head down the coast in search of parking. We had done our due diligence and the outlook was bleak. There weren't many places to stay along the highway all the way to San Francisco. Katie had a couple points picked out that we could scope out along the way. First things first, Roo needs to take care of her business. The only place we found was the Chevron station just down the street. Trouble is they only had the dump, no fresh water fill. Now, technically by California law gas stations have to provide air and water to all cars. Typically that water is for filling radiators. It's still city water and dammit we paid $5 for that dump station. I disinfected the water handle the best I could with bleach and ziptied the valve open. How long could it take to fill 70 or so gallons?
Turns out it takes 3 cars looking for air, 1 looking for water, and 50 minutes of time to fill our tank to the 3/4 mark. We'll only be using this water to take showers with since we question it's drink-ability. All filled up and it's time to roll out. Let's find home.
We ended up about 3 miles off the highway at a pullout for coastal access. There weren't any no camping signs so we took that as an OK to park. We headed out to the beach for a quick view but didn't stay long. The wind was kicking up and coming in hard. Towards late evening Katie's phone lit up with a "Gale Warning". For those who are not nautical it means sustained winds of between 39-54 mph. We pulled the slide and and listened to the wind whip around Roo all night.