cyberhobo

Month: May 1996

  • Day 30 (Pete)

    After Dylan briefly fell asleep on the sidewalk in front of the closed supermarket, we settled down in a large blowing trash scrub bush wasteland between the grocery and a dead airplane holding facility. Trains passed throughout the night making every sort of racket. I dreamed of train hopping and concluded, on waking, that it…

  • Day 30 (Tape)

    Wednesday May 15. I guess starting after the pizza place we were hankering for a dessert of course, and went ah across the parking lot to the Stater Bros store, which closed the doors right in our face. Closed right as we walked over there. We were bummed. Pete made a phone call to Siri,…

  • Day 30

    Thinking we have conquered trail hunger once and for all, we each buy enough food for seven days of feasting. We can barely pick up our packs as we try to hitch a ride out of Mojave. Climbing slowly, painfully into the piute mountains, we can only laugh at ourselves. The amount of effort required…

  • Day 29 (Pete)

    It is night. We are in the town of Mojave, a place I have been to many times. It’s lonely here. Being out in nature by yourself with nothing to do can be wonderful. Being in a dusty little highway town in such a situation is lonely. Dyl’s here of coarse. It has come to…

  • Day 29 (Tape)

    And it looked like we were gonna go straight in the mountains for awhile, and we went up and up and up. Got a good view of the desert. Then we started goin along the foothills, and up and in and out and over and up and down ’em. And it got really frustrating. It…

  • Day 29

    We’re camped near a hole in the aqueduct with easy access to its cool, fresh water. Our goal is to escape the Mojave via the trail, and re-enter it by nightfall via Highway 58. By evening we are so desperate and slap-happy that we run almost seven miles through a windfarm to reach the road…

  • Day 28 (Pete)

    After siesta yesterday we trudged along through endless ridge contours of chemise lined sandy trail. The sun dipped lower and lower. Our pace became consciously quick in an effort to reach the desert floor by dark. For awhile the trail crossed over the ridge to the slope away from the valley. Vegetation drastically changed for…

  • Day 28 (Tape)

    Antelope Valley (continuing description) And ah, gettin up really early this morning expectin ta , ta hit the desert pretty quickly. Then we walked down the road for a little w ays, and we hit a little seasonal creek so we pumped, ah, filtered out some more water. And ah, then we started goin through…

  • Day 28

    The Mojave. Huge, flat, hot, windy. We are entirely dependent for water on the LA Aqueduct, which at first is contained in a huge pipe, then appears to be completely sealed and cemented underground. We lose a water bottle trying to defeat its security. We envision our thirsty corpses baking on the cement, the sound…

  • Day 27 (Pete)

    After siesta yesterday we trudged along through endless ridge contours of chemise lined sandy trail. The sun dipped lower and lower. Our pace became consciously quick in an effort to reach the desert floor by dark. For awhile the trail crossed over the ridge to the slope away from the valley. Vegetation drastically changed for…