Ouch! The server stopped working last night and I got behind on my updates. Thanks to whomever is behind the scenes looking after these things. It is late afternoon in Quartzsite, AZ. Photos from our Slab City gig came in. Thanks, Lisa. Burt is singing I’m an Old Cowhand in the one to the left.
Quartzite is beautiful country, but the endless commerce scene is unappetizing. We are out on the fringes off of Dome Rock Road. We climbed Dome Rock yesterday. It was a mighty steep scramble up loose scree. I didn’t know I still had it in me. My very fat and lazy rat wanted on top of the dome worse than anything in recent memory. Elvis also achieved his first summit. He gamely navigated loose debris and cacti so he could be by our sides.
This morning we did the usual breakfast, fussing about, and music before a 2 hour mountain bike ride. I on-line chatted with a musical pal, Michael Willing, while trying (in vain) to fix the web page. Michael asked if we wanted to play a dance in Froid, MT this next year. As we have no plans to get to Montana in the next year, Burt and I decided it would take a minimum of $10,000 to get us to reroute. The rate we travel it’s 3 months of driving to get there. It’s safe to say nobody is going to pay us that much money to play music anytime soon.
We enjoyed a leisurely reading break around noon. You can see Burt working on Jim Harrison’s memoir. If you’re
lurking out there Jim, we are headed your way and hope you can accommodate us for a few days quail hunting.
Soon we headed out to take in the market at Quartzsite. What a bunch of crap. There is a massive rock show, swap meets, doodads, buffalo jerky, fry bread, seconds of laundry soap, used DVDs and not a darned thing anyone living in a trailer needs to haul around. OOOO I take that back. We bought a new coffee pot. Ours leaked. We are leaving tomorrow. The plan is Buckeye State Recreation Area. More free camping and easy access to Phoenix where we’ll meet Burt’s sister and her off-spring.
Think good thoughts about our clutch.