Wednesday the 28th - Dad meets a new little friend

Today was a great ride. He rode 61 miles to Cook Creek Campground. It was a real neat campground, because it was right on the water. The ocean was so blue. It reminded him of Hawaii. Unfortunately, it was very very cold. He sat on the beach and watched the sunset. The only downside to the campground was that the water had to be boiled. Dad wasn’t too happy about that.

He was woken up in the middle of the night by some scratching outside. He had seen signs that there were raccoons in the area, so he started making noise to scare whatever was outside away. The noise went away for a little while, but shortly returned. Whatever was outside was messing with one of his bags. All of a sudden he heard it being dragged. Dad jumped out of his tent with his sleeping back around his ankles and ran after his biggest bag being drug by a large raccoon. Dad would have none of this and started down the trail after him. Luckily he got the bag back before the raccoon made it to the bushes. Dad looked back up the path to see the contents of his tent trailing after him. The bag wasn’t damaged and his sacred Disneyland tickets were safe. Dad said that if the raccoon had made off with those tickets he would have made a coon hat by morning.