The salty air blew us down the embarcadero and we stopped in at the Shell Shop. Justin picked the brains of some natives and got a line on a great little Mexican restaurant just off the strip. We ate cheap burritos and I called my aunt & uncle in Atascadero. I let them know I was in town with a friend and we were hoping for at least a lumpy mattress to sleep on. The ride over on Morro Rd. is a twisty one with the narrow asphalt flanked by a steep ravine and avocado orchards.
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