There's Whiskey Pete's Casino and Hotel on the other side of the freeway, where I'll spend this last night; trip over!
A charming gal checks me in for my hotel room. I exude the heavy scent of desert plants mixed with body odour, after 10 days without a shower. She wonders if someone nearby is wearing some kind of interesting herbal perfume. Maybe I don't smell quite as bad as I think I do, or maybe she's just trying to be nice.
Tomorrow morning, an Amtrak bus will pick me up here and take me to the San Joaquin train in Bakersfield.