Deserts, diapers and dehydration part 2

So continuing on from the last post... We took off from the truck stop and made it to a flat spot a little ways from the freeway and camped for the night planning to bike to water at a truck stop 15 miles away. Before we headed out we were real nervous because we knew we were going to have a big hill to climb especially after the last hill we had to climb out of Indio. So we were pretty apprehensive but I ate a big meal of top ramen and hit the hill. A few miles out of town there was a rest stop already a ways up the hill and we got there pretty quick and were surprised at how easy it was. After a few bike malfunctions and long enough to get annoyed with night riding we called it a day and dry camped for the night. We biked to the truck stop and after breakfast and a little break set off to another rest stop. We got to the rest stop just as the thermometer topped out around 108. At the rest stop Drover and I both had knees that were hurting bad and were pretty discouraged because of the heat and distance to next water, around 50 miles. We laid around for awhile toying with the idea of hitchhiking into Mesa. It was a long way to water and if our knees started acting up we could be in a bad place. After resting for a while we finally decided just to go for it. We saddled up and threw bandanas across our faces in attempt to keep in a little moisture and peddled off. We decided to take breaks every hour to drink hot water and cool down a little. Amazingly enough at the top of every hour we came up on an overpass and were able to break in the only shade for miles. It was so hot that any breeze felt like a blow dryer and brought no relief. My mouth would get so dry I couldn't swallow until I had let water sit in my mouth long enough to lubricate things and then I could drink. Another time resting in the shade of an underpass I felt my body overheating. It felt just like an engine and I couldn't even keep my arms next to my torso because it was just to hot so I poured a little water on my chest which at first seemed to make things worse, the water was very warm, but then began to cool me down. At last we had biked the several hours across the desert and came to a rest stop which had the coldest and beat tasting water j have ever had at a rest stop. After that we climbed a little hill and stopped for the night in an empty lot next to a truck stop. The truck stop had a subway and we told our story to a few people sitting outside who were pretty impressed. One guy eating his sandwich next to his Maserati told us people told him not to ride across that section on a motorcycle. What we would have given for a motorcycle. So we downed some subway and started looking for an unattended power outlet. One of the things that I've found I take for granted are these. When your not homeless or have friends that you are staying with it is easy to charge your phone, but when you are camping it can be a little difficult. Also we rely on our iPhones a lot especially the gps/maps. So we found a store owner with an outside outlet who was happy to let us use it. While we were standing outside we see the sheriffs car pull in and a police officer steps out and asks us what we were doing. Fortunately the store owner came out and took care of things for us. The officer, after chatting with the store owner, Eddy, turned to us and told us we were awesome. The next day we got up and biked the 70+ miles into Mesa stopping at a gas station as soon as my ice melted. We pulled into our friends house just before 6.