Falfurrias to San Manuel Linn, a largely uneventful 45 miles, is most of the day. An interesting change in riding style: a squad of outgoing, fast riders arriving first to break ground. This works quite well: they've procured permission to camp at a perfect abandoned house, complete with sketchy wiring to an RV and creepy story about a deranged stepdad burning the place down.
It's still cold, and our contained cooking fire helps a bit. But, what really warms things up is getting naked, drenched, and steaming ourselves off fireside. The participants are ~5, and I'm proud to say I was co-instigator. Well, co-human instigator; our friends vodka and gin also helped embolden us. Never have I had a more enjoyable shower-like experience.