Captain’s Log 6,131
I have come up for air. The freaking grant is done! 42 pages of text and 29 attachments.
Now, we have exhibit change all week. At least that is sort of fun. At least the museum buys lunch for everyone and we all have a great time. That goes on until late Thursday. I leave for Vegas Friday morning, and it cannot be soon enough. I fly back on Monday.
I am sneaking an extra day on February 26th to go out to the desert with some friends. They are great people! They go to the desert all the time but they have never seen Salvation Mountain. That’s the goal. See Salvation Mountain and Slab City and then head into the town of Niland for some guacamole.
It’s the weirdest thing ever. This big heap of sand painted for Jesus in the middle of nowhere.
The merry pranksters of Slab City who are squatting on the remains of a luxury trailer court/resort. It’s the meth capital of the desert! They just do weird shit all day. Every day at 4:00 in the afternoon, someone goes into Niland for ice. They bring back the ice and have “happy hour” at the “bar.” The ice is free. Bring your own booze. Get shitfaced (the slab people, not me).
My travel pals. They are also geocachers! Hope to do some of that too!
My next REAL days-in-a-row off will be in May when I travel to the East Coast for a conference. I am tagging on 5 extra days to spend time with friends. I have never been to Boston or Cape Cod, so that will be fun. I am keeping the rental we are getting for the conference. Splitting the cost with the museum. Seems quite fair. My conference companion and I split up on May 7th in Boston and reunite on the 13th for the flight home. She is getting her own car to explore cool stuff like Lexington and Concord.
I am going to visit Frank the Drummer at the Cape. Frank and I first met at a church picnic right after I moved to San Diego. He was trying to sing “Stay,” and was having trouble with the high notes. I leaned over and just sang them. We have been friends ever since. Here we are in our younger days. Frank the Drummer is in white jeans.
My hair was darker and longer. I still have that vest! Notice how I’m the one the photographer put on the ground?
Duty calls. Exhibit change waits for nobody. I am also quite curious to see the storm damage in the park. I am sure it’s quite a sight.