When the scalp is clean, the brain can breathe

After the catwalk

I wandered on to Aquirre Spring

a National Forest campground

vault toilets

no water

large friendly Ponderosa pines

and a measure of stillness

I have begun to paint

the interior wall of Alicia for now

a colorful abstraction of my subconscious

it makes for good dreams. 

(Pix eventually, when it is farther along)

Bosque del Apache Wildlife Refuge

(As always, you can click through the slideshows to larger versions at picasaweb)

At the end of a day of many small frustrations

- get mildly lost several times

(New Mexico signage is not optimal for me)

- can't camp at the Bosque

- the rest area is closed for paving

- no national forest camping near the city

- grimy and hot and tired

late in the day I aim for Manzano State Park

state parks have showers

hours on winding roads

arrive to back into one of the last two spots

dig holes to level trailer

and find

there are no showers.

*brief meltdown*

grit teeth

haul out the as yet unused Zodi

attempt to set up the cabana tent

lost the instructions

this can't be right

the pole can't bend that much

*shove tent under table, growling*

make dinner - mashed potatoes, tuna & broccoli

(instant mashed potatoes have come a long way)

consider watching a dvd but pass out instead, still grimy

Suprisingly good dreams prime the way

for a patient hour of untangling

adapting

and applying far more force than seems reasonable

to erect the tent

and achieve a shower.

That was a production. 

But my hair is clean!

Antiseptic wipes only go so far...