The Interstate 10 Barrier

I logged 24 difficult miles yesterday. Shortly after cresting Fuller Ridge, I-10 came into view WAY down on the desert floor. As the day wore on, the wide swath of asphalt started to look more appealing than my narrow, rocky, dirt trail. I entertained the possibility of hiking into the night and flagging down an east bound bus. Interstate 10 runs through Houston and I knew I could be home within a day. I miss Tom, the comforts of home, Harley's prom is this weekend, and TJ's coming home from school.

I ended up being able to find a spot to camp and things seemed better this morning. However, it was probably good that I was hiking with someone when I walked under I-10!