Day 27
Sat 21st July
Pain receded enough to get over to the house so decided we needed to dump the evil contents of our festering Black Tank. I drove to the RV park but everybody came in case I couldn’t make it back - which I couldnt so Angie drove us over Blueberry Hill and out into the desert to show us where the real hippies lived on free land and houses made of trash. Mesa Dust Rats. Every now and then they came into town to shower. The women rescued a woman motorist on the way.
In the late afternoon we arrived at the local radio station to sit outside with the mountain as a backdrop and watch live music by James McMurtry (son of Larry) and the Heartless Bastards. A local man, Michael Hearne, played first and captivated us with sweet ballads while all us flower adults arrived, laughing off a cloudburst or two. I creaked around taking photos using River’s wooden broadsword for a stick. The Heartless Bastards played tight and clever rock and roll while the sun went down. A lovely evening.
