Barstow Motel
As I drove down I-5 I had fits of grief over the way I had treated certain people and the possible loss of closeness. I felt I had subconsciously changed my closest relationship over the course of the summer and in trying to figure out what the new relationship would be, I may have just destroyed it altogether. Only time will tell.
I had planned to make it to Needles and stay in a Motel. The road to Needles was hot and sweaty. The sights, incluidng cows and windmills, were the same as when I had come for the other direction. I felt it my tarnish some of my tenting memories to camp out again. By 8pm it was dark and I was tired so I stopped in Barstow. I found a Motel for only $26. Not much more than the KOA in Klamath Falls.
I spent the evening writing and rewriting the last journal entry. I considered posting it several times and making it the final entry. I was still disturbed and overwrought with grief. I decided I should wait a while to see if there was a more rational way to end the trip.
The place was a little run down. The TV and lights flickered a few times. At one point the only light I had on went out. I tried turning on another light and was shocked (electrically). My wrist hurt the rest of the night and my chest had a few spasms and was sore. It turned out that no other lamps had light bulbs in them except the one I had been using. I took the bulb out and it worked in the one that shocked me. I had a place to stay.