I finally packed up the stuff that had gotten strewn around the motel room. I was determined to get out of town one way or another. Even if I had to go back to the motel, the exercise of packing was good for me, I figured.
To kill time until the rim arrived via Fed Ex, I rode out to the town park. I even played my guitar -- I've been carrying its five pounds all this way, I should use it sometimes.
The rim showed up around noon, and I went to the bike shop where Randy works, swapped the spokes myself, then left it with him to true, while I went to the Post Office to ship the old rim back. I made it with two minutes to spare before closing time.
Finally, my bike was back together and ready to go, around 6:30 PM.
I had to get out of Turlock. I had just been too long in town, and the road called. So I rode about 12 miles out of town to a local campground.
This campground, like all of the others I'd stayed in so far, had only one other camper in it. It was dark as I entered, so I accidentally set up in the "day use" area, which meant I had to hike to find a "coon box" to put my food in. I had set up my tent, but decided to sleep on the picnic table "under the stars".