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A VERY LONG DAY

I was racing the sun trying to make it to Blythe on the California, Arizona border before dark. I lost but the roads were empty so I finished the last ten miles in the dark. 

When you drive, Blythe is a place everyone stops because it's about half way between LA and Phoenix. I have been there many times before so in a way it felt a little like home. This time it was different because instead of an air-conditioned car I had traveled on a bicycle through the most remote stretches of California and actually enjoyed every inch.  

As I traveled through El Centro, California the Blue Angels were training. They practice a couple of months each year at the Air Force base. 

I knew nothing about it until one of the mavericks made a low level run across the road that felt like only yards above my head. The seat I was using was taking it's toll on my butt and the rumple stripped roads were an added pain, but my first long trip was much more then I expected.