The most welcome sign

The photo here was the sign I was waiting for all day. I knew my first
few days would be difficult, going against prevailing winds, but I
didn't expect it to be this hard. Hard, hard day. Going to see the
Pacific again was a dumb, dumb idea. Route 116 here was the road
leading away from the coast along the Russian River, the river I'm
camped next to tonight, somewhere east of Forestville.

Tomorrow is finally a northeasterly trajectory, ending up who knows
where. Now I need to study up on my maps.

Also, I swear to god the guy next to me at this dumpy campground was
listening to Kid Rock earlier.