FIELD REPORT
Desert Border Crossing
The plan was straightforward: cross the state line on foot, covering the most desolate section of the route on the first day before heat built. Three days, sixty miles, a resupply cache at the midpoint.
Day one: nineteen miles in six hours. The terrain is flat and featureless in the way that only high desert can be — a uniformity that becomes hypnotic after a few hours.
Day three ended at a two-lane highway with no shoulder. A truck stopped unprompted and offered a ride. We took it.
