I opened my eyes. It was just before sunrise.
I broke camp and repacked the buggy. I traveled through the tunnel back under the interstate.
Frontage-roadside, I watched the sunrise.
I took in my surroundings, and put in a few miles:
And made it to Cabazon, California.
I crossed over the interstate and ate breakfast at a Burger King. I also needed to catch up on journaling. I headed over to the library and got to work.
I was there almost all day! Time passed.
At 4:30 p.m., I was back on the road.
West towards Los Angeles!
I traveled along service roads that ran parallel to the interstate.
The sun hung low in the sky.
And it set. I kept moving.
Suddenly, I found myself on sidewalk! In Banning, CA.
A couple kids driving a really nice car flagged me down and gave me some money, wow!
I was suddenly in an urban environment.
I wasnt sure what was up the road, but I kept moving anyway, through Banning and into Beaumont.
Into the night.
Eventually I made it just outside Beaumont. I put in about a half mile along Highway 60 west. It was dark, and I was worried about being on the shoulder at night with heavy traffic, but I made it to a frontage road safely.
I kept my eyes peeled for places to camp.
At 11:00 p.m., I hung my hammock beneath a bridge over San Timoteo Wash. The wash was dry, and it was quiet. I was high up above the ground. I fell fast asleep as trains moseyed by.
At some point in the middle of the night, I heard footsteps up above! I hoped it was just a passerby, but the person lingered around for a long while. It was a little scary, I was hoping they wouldn’t wander down beneath the bridge. Eventually I fell back asleep.