In the summer of 2003, Charlotte and I decided to take a trip across the country by rental car (why a rental? Don't ask--it's complicated, dull, and annoying.), stopping at various friends along the way, seeing the sights, and culminating in our annual visit to the Burningman festival in Nevada. This is the diary we kept along the way.
|25-26||Hot Springs AR|
|?||Oklahoma City OK|
|31||Mesa Verde CO|
|?||Grand Canyon AZ|
|11-13||Los Angeles CA|
|16-24||San Francisco CA|
|24-Sept 1||Black Rock City NV|
|2||Salt Lake City UT|
Tonight we are camping on a beautiful lake, Meredith, produced by the army corps of Engineers (slightly north of Amarillo). These always make me curious how the original environment was, air-moisture content, gulleys, condensation, weather patterns. The tenperature is down from the high nineties to the high seventies. We washed each other's hair before dinner--and a dry, hot wind blows our hair dry in about five minutes and simultaneously saturates our senses with burning wood and sage brush. Other places in the park smell spicier, but those were hunting areas -- and being who we are we don't trust just any yahoo with weapons. Leftover couscous with cheese and ham... Let's just say it doesn't reheat well. Well is an understatement. Porridge anyone? The only sound is the random pickup truck driving to the closed boat launch with driver waving merrily as he returns three minutes later, hhhmmm?
Wishing you cooling winds and a great view of whatever you see last thing before dozing off.