Friday, April 3, 2015

Tuttle Creek Campground Easter 2015

WINDY !— April winds, my Chalet triangular peak a fiberglass boat standing in boulders and sagebrush against an ocean of air. - hope it doesn’t turn into a sail … wish the winds carried water — Sierra snowpak at 12% of normal. I am worried about fires, but the lady in Lone Pine who cuts my hair said there’s not much left to burn — she’s lived here 70 years and says she’s never seen it so dry. 

I continue to make watercolor-and-color pencil paintings and will post photos to my painting-portfolio website: 

Those of you who have already seen it, I will henceforth post the new stuff under a link: RECENT WORK   (sometime soon....)

Cool enough at night to turn on the Li’l Buddy Portable radiant propane heater. I performed a DIY swap-out of the pilot assembly fix (available on Amazon for 16 bucks instead of replacing heater 80 bucks) and now it does work again, although I worry — since after I struggled to tinker it apart and then wobble it back together, I realized I had three screws left in my pocket that I had taken out and not put back in, plus bits of broken plastic on the floor, oops. 

On Easter and other big weekend holidays myself and the other LTVA (all-season-long) campers bunker down and hide in our rigs. Traffic is crazy-dusty and visitors try to swim in the creek, which is all of about 4 inches deep and swarming with coloform bacteria ….. however, it appears women are nervous about contagion from latrines and swath the toilets in layers of toilet paper before they perch, and then leave their swathings for the next suburbanite to throw on the floor and in turn weave their own fluffy emergency toilet seat sanitary covers — got knee-deep in there one weekend with a church group. But that’s better than the ones who just stand on the toilet seat and let fly. I thought the suntan had died out with smoking as cancer-friendly behavior, but out here I see visitors strip to swimsuits or undies and sit in the sun with a bottle of coconut oil, and smoke. Old timers smoke too, and living in an RV is one way for a non-home-owner to continue smoking at home, but desert rats don’t sit in the sun. They sit in the shade or walk around with long sleeves, long pants, and big hats — like real cowboys do. How to tell real cowboys from pretend?  Gloves — people who work outdoors wear gloves.

Stay well, save water, and remember that insect bites and salad greens are more likely to infect you with deadly germs and viruses than public toilet seats.