Hobson Beach holds 31 sites, each for a recreation vehicle, with a table, electric hookup. It was the smallest campsite we had visited. We were sandwiched between two large RVs , the last site we could obtain. Our neighbors were less than six feet from us in our tiny tent. Lights and generators competed for the sounds of the ocean as well as the traffic from the commuter trains, and the cars on the 101. Yet the view of the sunset justified the squeeze of people. We were delighted to meet bicycle travelers for a short chat. A couple came from Washington via train and bicycle as well. Our informal camp host, Lee, helped them find a tent space in her site. Lee had her truck in her site and spends months at Hobson every year.
From Hobson Beach the travel was again flat till Ventura. To avoid the 126 we took Telegraph Road till Santa Paula, an amazing town of artwork and nice restaurants. Our goal was to reach Kenny Grove Campground, our final bivouac before Santa Clarita.
Kenny Grove is a campsite consisting of lovely sites in a forest of Oak Trees. All the land around it is covered with orchards. We picked persimmons, avocados and lemon from trees reaching over the fences. We continued on a road that was a continuous gentle incline, with few high hills. That there were not hard ups was a surprise.
David and Carolyn were tired, dusty and needed to wash clothes. The timing was perfect to finish the last 35 miles to Santa Clarita. The two of us by now were experts at setting up the tent, finding a place to charge the phones, filling water bottles with electrolytes and planning the map to destinations. Each day of travel had its adventure, the last did not dissappoint.