After the big meal and beer last night, I fell asleep easily around 22h45 and even the trains passing by during the night barely woke me up. Around 3h, however, I woke up to the sound and feel of light rain.
After mounting the outer shell on my tent to keep the rain from coming in, I listened to the crickets singing until I finally got back to sleep around 4h30. A bird started whistling at about that hour, which at first sounded human (why would someone be walking around Nipton at this early hour whistling; in the downtown San José ghetto where I live, this kind of insanity would be normal).
Next thing I know, I'm rolling over to check the time and it's 8h45. I rush over to the café, hoping that I didn't miss breakfast, and Bill cooks me a tasty omelet with shrimp and Asian vegetables. And I drink two cups of coffee to wake up.
On the way over to the café I chat with Federico, from Italy, who stayed at the bed-and-breakfast last night.