I awoke just at sunrise.
I took in the view.
I broke camp and repacked the buggy.
I headed over to the gas station.
I used the bathroom and washed up in the sink.
When I got back to the buggy, someone had given me an anonymous donation!
I ate some cheerios and drank a lot of water.
I continued on the frontage road, but it turned to dirt!
I slipped through a gate in the cattle guard up to I-10.
It was daytime. I decked a bright neon vest. I put in some interstate miles:
Around 9:30 a.m., the frontage road picked back up! I dipped down through a break in the cattle guard.
At 11 a.m., I came to a rest area. They had restrooms, running water, and little huts!
I set up camp.
I siesta’d. Time passed.
Just past 3 p.m., I refilled my gallons at a hand pump. The water was so cold! I doused my head, and then my whole body.
I rejoined the frontage road, chipping away.
I crossed the Continental Divide!
I continued west.
Just past 6 p.m., I took a quick break in some shade.
I ate the last bagged lunch Margarett had given me back in Deming. Those things pack a good punch!
I continued on the frontage road until it turned to dirt. The sun hung low. Google maps said it kept going, and it did, but on private property. I had hoped to contunie for atleast another 10 miles on that stretch of road.
I took a break at a teepee and contemplated my next move. I was 20 miles from Lordsburg. I really didn’t want to travel on the interstate at night, but I also was trying to make Sunday Mass in town the next day.
I hiked up to the interstate.
I put in two miles while it was still light.
I watched the sunset. I thought about traveling through the night, trudging through desert beside the road. I also thought about waking up very early before the sun to start the trek into town. I’d much rather face early Sunday morning traffic than late Saturday night.
I found some huge culverts down beneath the road. I left the buggy along some cattle guard and slipped through. I camouflaged the buggy and set up my hammock. I fell fast asleep.