I was happy to finally reach Southern California. Mainly to see some family and friends one last time in the States, but also to escape the rain and flat tires that plagued me in Arizona. I first crossed the Mojave Desert, more than 100 miles of absolutely nothing. I would share the poem I wrote about the Mojave, but l left it for lost travelers next to the Iron Mountain World War 2 military training camp. After surviving the desert, I rode along a massive wind farm near North Palm Springs, and through miles of stoplights on my way into Los Angeles. A restful weekend with my big brother in LA meant swimming in the Pacific along the beaches of Malibu, and jumping from a plane at more than 12,000 ft. I then made my way south towards Mexico, but not before seeing a friend who I biked across the country with 4 years ago. Our weekend of fun in San Diego was the perfect ending to a great trip across America.