What a stupid name for a cool little Colorado town. I find myself walking around the ever-so-hip downtown trying to think of a pun using the town's silly name. No dice yet...
The trip to Burning Man is going well. We made it across the Rockies yesterday. The Expy pulled Marge admirably although I had it pretty much floored by the time we reached the Eisenhauer (sp?) tunnel.
I was doing my usual renovation work on Marge this morning at the campground and the host-lady came by and said "what's going on here?". It's pretty common for people to stop by and see what I'm doing but I could tell she had more on her mind than vintage Airstream talk. She said "you can't do repair work here. The owners would have a stroke if they saw this". Wow - those owners must have a lot of loose plague running through their arteries. The whole thing kinda chapped my ass so I packed up and headed to a coffee shop where Mick was feverishly working on his Mac.
We're about to head west, to where I'm not sure. More to come this evening...
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