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| 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. |
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| 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. |
