I put on my sweater and long underwear (brrr) and write notes in my journal, periodically stepping outside to enjoy a bit of moonlight. It's a bit colder than I expected (low 40sF?), but I'm happy to be out in the Mojave Desert again as my evening fades away.
I haven't seen any people since I left the pavement of Highway 164 earlier, but there are fairly fresh tire tracks on the road here.
I fall asleep around midnight wondering what tomorrow's hike into the McCullough Mountains might bring. My tent flaps around a bit, but is mostly protected from the high winds blowing across the area.
My upper body hasn't pushed a heavy bicycle in a while and my stomach muscles almost feel bruised from doing this. Hopefully this will heal overnight!