I ride down the bridge over I-15 and take a long break at the busy (it's Saturday) Valley Wells gas station store
The woman at the store remembers me and asks if I was here the other day. A worker outside also recognizes me and asks if I live in the area now. I chat with a Danish cyclist and his wife who have stopped here for a gas fill-up for their rental car.
He's not cycling today, but he normally rides about as many miles as I do. He comments on how bicyclist-unfriendly California is compared to his native Denmark, where bicycles are apparently not seen as inferior to motorized vehicles.
I add to my water stash and buy two more gallons of water to get me to Baker tomorrow afternoon. I also drink two cans of Coke for the caffeine rush and two bags of El Sombroso salsa chips: a bit spicy, but not cloyingly salty like most corn chips.
I also buy two bottles of Newcastle brown ale, like I did when I stopped at this store on the way to Pachalka Spring, to consume at camp later today.
I deposit in a waste bin the garbage that I packed out from Pachalka Spring.
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