The day I thought I would arrive at LAX… what I thought would be my last day of driving… I was determined to get to LA. Leaving Joshua Tree, I headed west on a gravel road like this, uncertain of how long it would last. It eventually came to a dead end, at which point, I had to get on the interstate for about 4 or 5 miles. Took the first exit, trying to find the next road I should take. Rode on another 10 miles of this, came to an Indian Reservation (private/closed road), winged it, rode alongside some railroad tracks… crossed resevoirs… detours… wrong turns…
Eventually, I would make it to San Dimas, California where a friend would meet me that night and escort me to Brea, California, about 30 miles from LAX, my final destination.
This was a long, hard, but rewarding day.
