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Last night's wind storm, which is still alive, blew a dusting of sand into my tent overnight, and kept me from sleeping well

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8320-sand.jpg If there were ever a quintessential metaphor for the Amercian desert, this is itThumbnailsWhile passing a trailer park along Route 66 near Daggett, my eyes notice an unusual mobile homeIf there were ever a quintessential metaphor for the Amercian desert, this is itThumbnailsWhile passing a trailer park along Route 66 near Daggett, my eyes notice an unusual mobile homeIf there were ever a quintessential metaphor for the Amercian desert, this is itThumbnailsWhile passing a trailer park along Route 66 near Daggett, my eyes notice an unusual mobile homeIf there were ever a quintessential metaphor for the Amercian desert, this is itThumbnailsWhile passing a trailer park along Route 66 near Daggett, my eyes notice an unusual mobile homeIf there were ever a quintessential metaphor for the Amercian desert, this is itThumbnailsWhile passing a trailer park along Route 66 near Daggett, my eyes notice an unusual mobile home

Awake at 8h, I'm a bit chilled, since the overnight temperature dropped down to freezing and the rain storm added some humidity to the cold air. Still, I'm looking forward to today's hike into the Newberry Mountains. I think.