I awoke in the Chihuahuan just before the sun rise.
I broke camp and repacked the buggy.
I met up with the begining of a new frontage road. A real frontage road.
At 10:45 a.m. I made my way under an overpass and sought shade. It was the only place for miles and miles.
I ate a few tuna wraps and some double stuff oreos. I downed a brisk. All things Tom and Ana had helped me with.
Just before 6 p.m., I found a baptist church along an intersection of highway.
I wandered out back and filled up my gallons at a well spicket.
I hit the road. The frontage road turned into a seperate Highway 549:
It grew dark. Lightening.
I found a great culvert to set up camp in. I actually was falling asleep on and off, but it started to storm!
I crawled inside the culvert and watched the lightening. It lit everything up like daylight! Wind brought in the rain. I tried to stay dry. There were a few black widows in that tunnel. Eeee!
At 11 p.m., the storm moved westward. I decided to move west too. I repacked the buggy and left the spiders behind me. I was only a couple miles from Deming, NM.
I kept moving through the night. I was really tired. I kept scouting locations to camp. Time dragged on. Dogs, lightening, and fatigue. I stopped what seemed like every few hundred yards inspecting places to camp. I just couldnt find anywhere quite good enough. I kept moving.
It wasn’t until 2:30 a.m., I reached town.
I found a long alley in between an airport and another property. I set up my hammock a hundred feet or so from the road. I fell fast asleep.
Way to go, Dylan. These are tough miles! I am sure you ask God each day to give you your daily bread, and to this point He has not let you down. Keep up the good and faithful work.
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