Day 10 - Mackerricher to Manchester campground (more Hwy One)

Today, the ocean was our constant friend at our right shoulder.  Surprisingly, our bodies responded well to constant ascents and descents, through the rugged coastline filled with gullies to cross and a shoulderless road to navigate.  Today's highlight was a stop in the town of Elk, CA, with a population lower than its elevation (250 ft.)  We munched on scrumptious rhubarb cobbler and talked to a local who wanders the one street, chatting up visitors and merchants.  

Our campsite was rustic, the only so far without running water or electricity, which was a welcome respite from nights of screaming children and drunken teenagers in the bigger state campgrounds.  

Manchester campground is home to many animals; on our evening walk to the beach we spotted fifteen deer, jackrabbits, several red-tailed hawks, and a herd of friendly cattle from a nearby dairy farm.  These curious cows loved us, and followed us for a half-mile down the road from the beach.  Our bovine company were so friendly and cute that we momentarily contemplated becoming vegetarians.