So we got through it all. Races. Parties. Movie premiers.
Sleeping in the garage of a big old casa in
Monday Grendel and I took a last look at the beach, then we headed up
to Laguna Seca to hook up the trailer and start
I put on a Blossom Dearie live album and off we went, down through the
valley, past the oil rigs and over to the dry side. We pretty much
drove straight to Death Valley. Back to the desert. Lovely, vast,
forbidding, quiet, harsh. There's fistfuls of words that could describe
why can't I have a normal dog?
I put on some traditional middle eastern music and opened up the spaces
a bit more.
We rolled up into Nevada, immediately got searched by the DEA and
arrived in Tonopah for a night's rest at the Clown Motel. No really.
The Clown Motel.
The elbow started to feel a little better somewhere out there in the