We shared the site with Ms. Benjamin, and I hope she was as placid about it as we were. I was touched by how optimistic her family was in mentioning the "living" tree, and I prefer to think that she lives on in that optimism rather than the nearby stump.
|You can't see us here. Look through that hill.|
We're back in Quartzsite to meet up with Charlene and to refill our tanks. Maybe we'll even buy another Chinese stick if the Stick Man is still open. Then, like the Terror that Quacks in the night, we're gone again until we find the next pond.