I was walking back from filthy portaloos on day 3 when I came upon the familiar face of her (super hot) boyfriend, and then spotted her back to me. Was pretty sure I was unwittingly snapped in some of their photos as the sunset was at my/her back, but none were posted (sigh).
By day three we had finally negotiated the sun and coasted at an even level of drunk and redbull. Me n our fox and new friend Angie were doing twistaloos and running in the grass all day, dancing all night. It was only yesterday that I woke up to my fox and the desert sun (and hangover, and 3 hours sleep, and 3 hours drive in a 25 foot RV through LA). How could it all seem so far away again?
My driving is much improved (minus a minor scratch/terror on the LA freeway roadside) and my wanderlust touched. We will wander the desert in an RV. Its gotta get done. Fox is in the Mojave today, I am at home nursing the flu. Un.fair.