By 11:30a.m. I had made my goal of ten miles before a siesta. I found a clean culvert, tied a reflective vest on a marker up above, and crawled down for rest.
People checked out me off and on, just wanted to make sure I was safe and ok. The border patrol swungg by to do the same.
I awoke to a voice. It was Leo! He offered me a few cold bottles of water! He was with his wife, Mary, and his grand daughter from California. Leo is an ultrarunner, when he saw the jogging stroller, he knew to stop. He checked and made sure I had enough salts. I did. We talked about the desert, the road ahead, and the journey. Leo hopes to one day take on an endeavor himself. He told me he was jealous! He was a nice man!
At the same time, Eugene, Aldo, and Livonia pulled over! They are Italian. They gave me a donation a bag with cookies and a banana! Eugene’s stomping grounds is Venice Beach. He told me I would see him when I got there!
I was so thankful for everyones help, kindness, and mercy. We all parted ways.
A short time later, I was back on the road. I wasnt exactly sure what time it was. My phone had skipped between central and mountain time on a few different occasions. I looked to the sun.
I put in a few miles.
I got a flat :(. A thorn. I had to work on it in the sun. Once I stopped moving. I started to sweat. I removed the tire and removed the thorns. There was a few. I had one spare inner tube. I used it. I threw everything back together again and hit the road.
At 5:20p.m. I came to a picnic area. I had only been traveling for a couple of hours, but I decided to stop anyway. I’ll take advantage of any opportunity for rest I can.I ate a big can of brown sugar beans for dinner. I downed a gatorade and drank water. I rested. It was a quick break within a half hour.
It rained a bit. I took a break in a culvert.
I saw great sights, and took what pictures I could before my phone screen and hands got wet. Sunsets, rapid lightening, purple clouds, and a moonrise.
14 miles south of Van Horn, darkness fell and the storms intensified. It started to pour.
I quickly made it to a bridge and found a very large and clean culvert. The buggy fit, and I could walk inside with my head low. I hung out and watched the storm. I wanted to keep moving, but for the second night in a row, I missed out on the evening miles. I laid down my sleeping bag and listened to the storm. I was able to stay dry.