Exhaustion

By late Friday afternoon, we had made it to the Monterey Peninsula. We ran through Carmel, past the golf course at Pebble Beach and into Monterey. After my iPhone's screen turned into a fractured mess, I had made a 6:00 appointment at the Apple store in Monterey. We arrived early and had to wait for our appointment. When I bought this phone I purchased the Apple Care Plus package knowing that it was a bad bet on Apple's part. For $49 I had a new phone. But the process of restoring my apps and data from iCloud backup took a lot longer than I had anticipated.

We lost more almost two hours to the phone swap. Supper was a slice of pizza and a greek salad at a place in the mall with free Wi-Fi so the iPhone restoration process could complete while we ate. We sat next to a table full of ten year olds. I thought that at least two of them needed their Ritalin dose to be cranked up a few milligrams.

By now I was weary. Really weary.  Camping on the beach at Ventura seemed a lot more distant than only fourteen hours ago. I am a morning person; I had awakened before sunrise and was in the shower at 6:00 am. By 7:30 we were rolling west on the coastal freeway. There were two rest breaks at a Walmart and the mall in Monterey, but my 54 year old body was screaming "No mas! No mas!" We were at least four and a half hours short of our goal to camp in Yosemite.

We pressed eastward into the Imperial Valley until we reached Santa Nella. Marty still had the energy to ride onward, but I was wiped out and knew that we had already pushed too far for safety. We checked into a Motel 6 in Santa Nella and quickly fell asleep.