Camping in the Chocolate Mountains

I wouldn't advise it, but we camped in the Chocolate Mountains. I have no idea who owns the land, but after the helicopter hovered directly above us, I had trouble going to sleep. I got in my sleeping bag and tried to relax. But I heard footsteps. I'd lift up my head to hear them better and they would stop. After several rounds of footsteps, lift, nothing, down, footsteps, lift, nothing. I talked to John.

That's just your pulse on your pillow.

This is one of those days I was very grateful to be traveling with John.

Originally Posted February 06, 2007

Chocolate Mountains - 43 miles

I sat looking up at the stars. I thought of Rob. He loves stars. I was with him for three months and I did enjoy him. Relationships are beautiful and complex. John and I seem to be traveling well together... so far. I almost had to bust his ass to campu up here in the Chocolate Mountains(pics to follow). Eventually I just made the decision for myself. But, he decided to follow me off the road.

The stars are out in full force with the aircraft bouncing around between them. A helicopter was no more than about 100m above us. No doubt it checked us out. I wouldn't be half surprised if a border patrol truck came rolling up in the middle of the night to check us out. Out heat signatures are all over the place.

We went through the sand dunes. On the right were dirt bikes and four wheelers. On the left was vegetation. The difference was quite remarkable and disappointing. The five points on my body that are in contact with the bike hurt. They're still getting broken in.