September 7, 1921. Started out real early and soon hit the Mojave desert. It was terribly hot but we kept on going until we reached Amboy, where we camped for the night. I did not sleep a wink it was so hot. The road across the desert was nothing more than a track in the loose sand made by the last machine or wagon that passed. If anyone came in the opposite direction, you had to pull over to let him pass. If you pulled over too far, you got stuck in the loose sand and had a hard time getting back into the track.