though early in the day I was able to enjoy looking at all the old trailers and abandoned houses there are out here in the desert. I wanted to go check out the desert homes but there is no time for that kind of enjoyable archeology. I can't help wonder about the people who tried to live here and whether or not their dreams were fulfilled or dashed. Trees planted where none should be yet there's nothing left of the homes but a shell and a memory. Interesting stories they could tell.
Starting about 11 we began moving into gigantic windmill territory. Ginormous might even be a better word. The sound they make is just like a jet plane in the sky, incessant and whiny. I couldn't make an accurate guess as to how many there were but my impression would be a couple of hundred strong. Lots.
Finally we left the roads and for the last 3 miles of the 18 mile day we were on actual trail. Eventually we even left the machines behind! We had to climb at the end of the day but we came to an actual creek here in Tylerhorse Canyon and were able to get water from a natural source for a change. I still treat it but it's nice to be able to listen to water while laying in bed.