|One, two ...|
|three, four ...|
|Sliver moon. Hi Bleen!|
|Another ho-hum sunset in Arizona|
I don't get too misshapen when other boondockers arrive. They are joyous to have a long weekend during which to ride their ATVs and wander around. Okay, they're smelly (upwind generators and cigarettes, I'll close the window now). Okay, they're not using their desert voices. Okay, they think it's hilarious to make all four little dogs bark at once. I predict that, 72 hours from now, they'll pack up their weekend and pull out of here. Or, we will.