After my dinner at Carl’s Jr next door, I met Richard, who was sitting out on the chair provided outside each of our rooms. He’s a veteran (navy, Vietnam) on motorcycle, joining an annual rally ride to Washington DC that starts in San Francisco. 1500 bikers (that is, motorcycles) join in over 3 routes, to finally meet on Memorial Day in Washington DC. Richard is from Louisiana, and recommended Cajun food like fried fish, shrimp, and etoufee (sp?) when I get to the gulf coast, there. Thank you for your service, Richard.
The 5 am breakfast at the motel is tailor-made for cyclists hoping to attack the desert before it gets hot. I hope to leave at dawn tomorrow. The first 30 miles are a gentle uphill, and if I can make it to the precipice before it gets super hot, I should be in good shape.
This evening, I got enough food to last the day, since there will be 70 miles without food or water. In fact, I have enough so that if I can’t make the whole distance, I can wild camp by the side of the road, and resume the next day. Going to bed now. Pray for me if you do, or at least wish me luck.