Day 11 Ojai CA - Somewhere over the North Atlantic. A Day of Going Home
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Again, no rush to leave today. Sat by the pool writing yesterday's journal. Weather was warming up nicely when I left but as I knew would be the case the coast was clouded in its usual gloom. But I had reached the Pacific and that's quite an achievement coming all the way from Chicago.

By the time I got round to Santa Monica, the sun was starting to burn through. I spent some time on the pier watching a tourist world surrounding me, grateful and slightly smug that I'd seen the real America, far more than many of these people had seen. It's still a great place to hang out though and brings back plenty of good memories. I managed to get a picture of myself on the pier in the same spot that Dad had stood for his picture a few years ago.

My last ride was through the unattractive streets around the airport to the Eaglerider depot. I stopped the bike for the last time, unloaded all my stuff, gave the keys to the check-in guy and told him it needed quite a clean. He seemed impressed that it had obviously been on a proper journey.

Then it was just an Uber to the airport, find the Priority Pass lounge and wait for the flight to be called. At least it was a Dreamliner going home.