I awoke before sunrise in my hammock. I was halfway up a mountain wall.
I broke camp and repacked the buggy.
I rejoined Highway 62.
The sun rose on Morogno Valley. I made the descent down into town:
At 9:30 a.m., I made it to town and stopped at a gas station. I bought a large gatorade and fueled up.
At 10 a.m., I decided to break early for a siesta. I didn’t want to leave town and risk not finding shade. I set up my hammock in a pine grove across the street from the gas station. Time passed.
Just before 2:30p.m., I was back on the road. Through the mountains and out of Morongo Valley:
I came to a residential area a few miles north of I-10. I really didnt want to travel on the interstate, so I found a detour. I might have gone a couple places I wasn’t supposed to go for a mile or two:
But eventually, I made it to Whitewater, CA! The first rushing, flowing, surging, clean, water I had seen probably since Hill Country with Mitchell Manning! I took a dip!
Refreshed and renewed, I joined a service road that ran parallel to I-10. It eventually met a frontage road called Railroad Ave that I traveled upon. It was another little adventure:
It grew dark. The milky way was bright up above. The glow of city lights hung on the horizon.
5 miles from Cabazon, CA, I found a drainage culvert that led under the interstate.
I traveled through, and found a great tree to set up my hammock on the opposite side of I-10. It was windy! In fact, it had been extremely windy all day. I had been working against a strong eastwardly wind. I was tired. I bungeed down the sides of my hammock, and fell fast asleep.