tue10.JPG Three mountains and 60 miles later, I arrive at this mess. The Beverly Beach campground is located at the base of this bridge, off to the left. At the bottom of this hill I find that construction has blocked access to the campground with giant iron walls. They tell me the entrance is accross the bridge, which is under repair. The bridge has no sidewalk, no shoulder; just two lanes, concrete barrackades, speeding midday traffic and an ocean fog. I think to myself, "am I ready to die?..."