An early morning hike across Davis Dam and you can easily follow the bike path along the river back towards Laughlin.
I felt like I should have been hurrying. After all I had to hitchhike almost 100 miles in the next two days max, so I really should have gotten a move on.
Instead I couldn’t find anything acceptable in Laughlin for breakfast, and I didn’t want to unpack my bag and cook on the street somewhere.
So I waited.
I waited for In-N-Out Burger to open. Because it was a splurge, and because I wasn’t going to be carrying enough water out into the desert in case I was unable to get a ride. It was a splurge because some times you never know if what you are doing is going to be the last time you ever get to do it.
So for a little while I pretended that it was okay to get fat on great tasting cheeseburger and fries.
It was a nice walk. And it kept going and going. Nobody wanted to stop.
But for some reason I had faith in humanity. Time spent outdoors tends to make me an optimist. It isn’t until I’m forced to stay indoors for a long period of time, say a week or so, that I start to think otherwise.
It almost an hour but I got a ride. And he took me all the way to Las Vegas. Would have taken me to Reno if I’d wanted to go, but unfortunately I’d made other plans already.
Reno would have to wait.