I also drove through a puddle, which seemed pretty small at the time but which definitely wreaked havoc with the engine. I figured it was water in the distributor, and pulled into a diner to have breakfast and let it dry out, rather than just unbolt it and use some wd40. In the parking lot of the diner, I picked up my second and last hitchhiker:
After a quick stop to pull the screw and plug it, I was on my way again. I finally hit Oregon, which marked the furthest north I'd been on the west coast. The OR shore is even more impressive than the CA shore. The coastline is more jagged and rough, the weather is more foreboding, and you have these monolithic rocks out in the water, standing like guardians of the shore. They're wrapped in mist, with waves crashing around them and over them. It's a pretty magical sight.
My route
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