In the morning, I started from Ocotillo. There are two paths to Seeley – the regular one through Plaster City on top, which 3 people dis-recommended, and the lower one, the Yuha Alternate, which is longer, but supposedly has less bad road. (The really good road, Interstate 8, is illegal for bicycles in this section.)The first part of the Yuha Alternate is a 20.5 mile segment through the Yuha desert. The road is good, smooth, fast. No wind in the morning.I kept seeing these blue and orange flags in the desert, spaced at about half-mile intervals. Curiosity finally got the better of me, and when I saw one near the road, I investigated.This is what’s inside. Water. So if you’re ever stranded in the desert, look for the flags.After the Yuha alternate turned left, there were 6.5 miles of bad, torn-up road. It was worse than it looks in the picture. But better 6.5 miles of bad than 19.5 miles of horrible. I have no regrets.The store at Seeley was being massively remodeled. It was astounding for a small-town store. I got a Tamarindo popsicle. They also will have a restaurant inside in a couple months.This lunch consisting of a lot of roasted chicken, tomatillo salsa, roasted pepper, lime, and tortillas was in the heated section of the meat market. $2.65 . Even though it was only 9:30 am, I couldn’t pass up this bargain.By 11:30, I was in El Centro, a large city with multiple commercial strips and all the common chain stores. I went to Wendy’s, where I got the largest frosty. I also checked the weather for Brawley tomorrow. Today 91, tomorrow 98.This is actually the driest cemetery I’ve ever seen. There are headstones and plastic flowers.This is the motel that Louise and Mike recommended to me. Air conditioned room, iron, ironing board, toaster, coffee maker, kleenex, microwave, direcTV, refrigerator, wi-fi, and breakfast from 5-9 am in the morning. $59.90 including tax.
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.
Wayne (L) and Richard (R). This picture was taken the next day.
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.
