Day 51: palm trees and farm fields

After a long day riding I've reached my last state. Last night it didn't get very cold, the climate here is about perfect this time of year. The ride out was nice because it was a slight slope back down most of the day. But the traffic was terrible because it was the end of the holiday weekend. With lots of traffic I feel like it's a race and I'm in last place, being passed by everyone. I rode part of the day on the freeway, part on a small desert road. After 90 miles I crossed the Colorado river into Blythe, California and everything changed. There were crops, it was green, palm trees all over and homeless people everywhere. Seriously I don't know why but I saw at least 8 or 9 in this little town, so it seemed camping was a bad idea. I got a hotel. I'm getting close to the end.