Eating pizza and garlic fries in the Red Dog Saloon in the restored mining town of Virginia City, Nevada while listening to live jazz. God bless America.

Day 49: sitting on Black Sand Beach after having hiked 25 miles of the Lost Coast over the past four days. (Yesterday, at 2 miles, was especially rough.)

Spent yesterday in Eureka, met some interesting people. Headed out to the coast today, might not have reception for the next week or so.

Continue to be exceedingly impressed by the punctuality of Greyhound buses. Maybe we'll try Amtrak next time. On the plus side, got to see San Francisco Bay.

The bus is currently running at least 10 minutes late (or at least we assume. It hasn't shown up yet). Sure glad we got here 30 minutes early like they told us.

After an absolutely fabulous 3-day 2-night stay at Hiker Heaven in Agua Dulce (L-Rod, you're amazing!), we're headed toward the Lost Coast via Greyhound.

Towanda got stung by an of insect of doom & was up most of the night soaking her foot in cold water, trying to keep the pain at a tolerable level. 0mi today.