OK. You are NOT going to believe this!

No shit.
I still can't believe it, and I was there.

Heidi and I had gotten a late start out of San Simeon this morning after a nice extended chat with the interesting French couple we met in the Hiker/Biker site (plus a little bike mechanic work); but we had put in about 55 miles and had ridden through some awesome towns (Cayucos [awesome fish tacos at Smokehouse!], Morro Bay, San Luis Obispo) - to arrive in Pismo. Now, I shouldn't dog the town too much as I have not really seen much of it yet - but we were trying to buy some basic groceries and all we could find at the "markets" were cigarettes and light beer. And some kids, I think, were trying to scam me outside the market that Heidi did end up getting some supplies in.
But, then we were on our way to the Pismo SP - CAMPGROUND FULL. And the officious lady at the entrance's most helpful info was "Morro Bay is 35 miles North - they have Hiker/Biker campsites".
So here we are, it's 6pm, we've ridden over 55 miles, and I'm personally getting cold, tired, hungry, thirsty, and yes, OK, cranky.

Here's the part you won't believe.

We were bikin' down Hwy 1, thinkin' "Shit. Where are we gonna sleep? Why the hell did we bike through so many nice places - and just keep on going?!" When all of a sudden someone yells "Greg Ferguson!"
No shit.
A cyclist going the other way, that I had lamely waved at, was turning around - and holy shit! Here comes Elicia Hildebrand! WTF? (OK. I'm too old to use that, but it seemed appropriate.)
Hilarious.
True.
And, really, it still brings a smile to my face when I think about Elicia and Joe's friendly faces in a town full of ATV's and motorheads. Awesome.

So now we're sitting in a county campground (the OTHER SP was also FULL!), drinking a big beer - even before we set up the tent. You gotta break your "rules" every once in a while, right!