I share this site with a lizard, who I discovered this morning on a big rock under my pillows sunning and airing after a night's sleep in my Crate. It moved from pillows to the stone pile fire ring. My truck doors flap my comforter and sleeping bag in the wind. My Clown Tent, stable this morning before the winds started slamming it around again. I spent more time on arranging where I will sleep (the Crate), where I will change, bathe, write and paint (the Tent).
I cook at the camp table, and spend a lot of time fetching things from one station to the other. The tent has screened "windows" on three sides, and unzipping them makes the tent a pleasant if breezy studio with views. It is too windy to paint and too bright to view a computer screen without shelter. The great envelope of sunlight makes me feel that some kind of interior mold or mildew is drying out within myself, it will be swept out by the wind into the sands.
Still have too much stuff, need to jettison more baggage. Simplification proceeding!