Back in Yuma I decided I couldn't live like a varment anymore so I washed my tent, sleeping bag, groundsheet and everything else that I've been using for the last two and half months. When I got to my boots and leathers I stopped. Some bikers say "Never clean your leather stuff." I guess the idea is to look like you have been riding a lot. I don't know what to do. Help me! Do you think I should clean my boots?
In the middle of the dry rocks and desert landscape you might find a small ray of grounded sunlight. It's colour and life translate into a smile on the face of passersby. Not noticing the lifeless expanse surrounding her, she shines like the sun. The desert hangs onto her for as long as she can. Sometimes I am the desert and sometimes I am the flower.
I am less and less a prickly cactus.
Nag nag nag......just shut up for once!
Actually Michel and I do not have to pinch each other's heads much. He has a lot of valuable input. We are in Tucson now, camping at a state park that is like a cactus garden. We are off to explore the winding picturesque roads around here.
Actually Michel and I do not have to pinch each other's heads much. He has a lot of valuable input. We are in Tucson now, camping at a state park that is like a cactus garden. We are off to explore the winding picturesque roads around here.
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