Ice cream maple bacon funnel cake deep fried snickers corn dog pretzel cotton candy swirl blaaaaahhhhh!
Welcome to the Imperial Valley Expo, home of The California Mid-Winter Fair & Fiesta. I’m writing from the side of the beer garden. Capital 64 just wrapped up a set, laying down some tight Beetles covers. And now some clown is trying to hypnotize people on stage. I wandered around, taking in the sites; man on a tall unicycle, selfies with a carnie etc! Tonight is High School Madness, just $3 to get in. There are thousands of tweens stampeding the fairgrounds.
I’m staying across the street at the Roadway. After checking in, I walked 1/2 mile, crossing four lanes of traffic. I stepped into a giant mudd puddle in the center median. I’m wearing flip flops and socks. It’s a great look, I know. The entrance was another 3/4 of mile down the road, walking the highway shoulder. So I stood at the back gate (not an entrance) with a soggy sock, telling my story to the woman in the yellow jacket. She let me in for free. Elf Magic!
I left Jucumba Hot Springs at about ten o’clock this morning. It was snowing fifteen miles behind me in the town I had just passed through. It’s good to know that I’m ahead of the storm.
Once I reached the top of the mountain pass, I had a view of the the desert floor. It was breathtaking. The eastbound highway descended four thousand feet in just seven miles. Jo was snug in his trailer, his head peaking out, ears flapping out of the side. I was clinging to the grips, barreling down the pass. It would have been impossible for me to smile any bigger.
Look mom, 17 mph, no hands!
After reaching the desert, there was the remanence of a hail storm and on going rain. The old highway is in real poor condition. I stopped on the side of the road and used a wrench to tighten things up that were vibrating loose.
As I stood over my bike, having a snack, looking at an old dilapidated house, I received a message to call Kelly Bleyer. She’s with KBND in Bend. She’s also an elf, interviewing me from the side of the road, helping us spread the good word about Operation Elf Box.
I pedaled 45.5 miles today, finishing strong with a foot long corn dog and a funnel cake.
Jo could care less about the fair so he stayed in the room, eating #TurboPUP bacon bars and resting up for tomorrow’s great adventure.
Pulling forty five pounds of Shoeless Jo behind me, I now know what Santa’s reindeer must feel like. The fact that I started this great journey with a chest cold isn’t helping. I’ve been popping Alkazelter and Allegra, relieving most of the symptoms. And drinking massive amounts of water. The desert should dry me out.
From what I’ve gathered, this next section is dry and the road narrow through the desert sand dunes near Glamis, CA. We’ll raise our orange flag higher and have two blinking red lights on the trailer for safety. And soon we’ll be crossing the Colorado River! Arizona here we come!