|Instead of making camp, I talked on the phone. Next to
arrive was Tecopa Jane, who drove up as I spoke to Livi in Salt Lake. Livi
had planned to make the trek, but had been stopped by auto trouble. (She
would not be the first.)
Jane's an artist / cartoonist -- here's her excellent rendering of Josephine Baker.
|It was cold, cold, cold. Apparently an Alaskan air mass
had been pushed down the coast. Jane set up her tent & I slept in the
back of the pickup, under a tarp and three sleeping bags. Around three
in the morning, I awoke to hear voices. I emerged from my cocoon to see Krishna and Mark Simple, who had left the
Bay Area around 7 or so in the evening. I told them, "At first I thought you were just random goofs. Then I realized you had to be specific goofs."
I was very sleepy.
And cold. If I'd been a convict on the run, I'd have turned myself in for a cup of hot soup. I was somewhat warmed just knowing that we'd already broken last year's Booth Attendance Record by one.
But not warm enough. "Anyone got a match? I'm going to light myself on fire." I was still very sleepy. I crawled back under my tarp, which rained condensation on my head, and tried to get back to sleep.
Photo by Tecopa Jane
|When the sun came up, it was sign dedication time. I had brought along a real estate sign, left over from when my parents bought their house almost thirty years ago. It had sat in their backyard ever since. I painted it yellow and brought more paint so that I could make a nice Mojave Phone Booth sign that might dissuade people from firing any more gunshots at it.|
|Jane's an artist, so I figured it was better to let her handle the artistic stuff. I hope the message works. Maybe people will shoot the sign, instead.|