I made it to Santa Cruz and it seemed like a cool place. I met Dallas (who I met in Newport, Oregon) and a cyclist named James in Santa Cruz. We rode together on Highway 1 but soon we got puled over by a police officer and we were told to get off the highway. We took a detour and I got my 8th flat tire. I fixed the flat with a patch on the inner tube and we rode to Marina.
I had located a Kappa Sigma Fraternity chapter in Marina and they said I could stay with them. I parted with Dallas and James and found the apartment where the members of the fraternity lived.
The guys at the fraternity were welcoming and nice. I slept on their couch.
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| I was lucky to find this place to camp. |
