Heading home on rte 40.

Another beautiful night in the BLM lands in Keyesville, CA. It was near the Kern River. It was an easy drive on a paved road with several pull outs, and I selected a pull through that was nice and level. And,
Finally I got to see some wild life, even though it was just a brown cow. And a couple of crows. I spent a few more hours with my leg elevated and made the painful decision to turn around and go home over the next day or two. I normally don't give up this easily, but I'm concerned about my injury and just need a proper place to rest up and get well. I have to wonder if the idea of getting to Yosemite, Sequoia National Park, and Kings Canyon was really meant to be. As it seems like my second recent try has failed. Fortunately, I have already been to those areas, though it's been almost 20 years, and I was really looking forward to going back again. But this will just give me new found motivation to make it happen at some point soon, down the road.

I'm taking vitamins and doing the best I can, but it's difficult when you're driving or walking and hiking around, and I'm not comfortable or in the mood to do that at this time.

It felt like a long day even though I only drove a little more than four hours making frequent stops. My destination was the BLM lands along Route 40, and by the third exit, where the sign said yet again: "Road is Closed," I said the heck with it, I went through the closed area and found a dirt pull out not far from a cell tower. I just have to hope that the authorities don't find me, as I will do my best to explain why I'm here.

My reception is really great, plus I found a white cross made out of plastic sheeting marked off the road. I'm assuming it's for helicopter rescue. So if I had to be out in the woods, in the desert, by myself, I'm probably in a really good spot.



















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