This should be interesting. I didn't bring my keyboard into the mall with me today, so I'm typing on the virtual keyboard that comes built into the tablet. This will probably be a short post today. I'll be lucky to post something before I throw this oversized toy phone across the tile floor. I'm sure it will skid a long way, maybe all the way into the Artists Coalition of Flagstaff. Maybe it will wake up the dozing artist putting in his monthly hours on a quiet Sunday morning.
Rain is expected sometime this afternoon. Rather than run the risk of getting trapped by muddy roads, I'm staying at the few places I've identified in town that seem safe for nomads to park overnight. There are many of us, but we are barely tolerated by the locals. Walmart and Home Depot have been burned too many times, judging by the adamant no overnight parking signs on every pole. That leaves Cracker Barrel and a parking area by Buffalo Park.
I went exploring a possible camping road this morning. I'd seen many large motorhomes and trailers parked across a big dry lake from the road I take to get to a camping area I like. I figured if they could get over there, I could. I found the road, but as I drove slowly over washboard gravel, I saw no open spaces that were level enough for my car. The further I explored the road, the sketchier the area seemed. Some of the campers looked like they had been there a long time. You can tell by how many tents and canopies they've erected. Not to mention all the trash.The volatile weather is wreaking havoc on my vestibular system. Sometimes I feel like my eyes are spinning in my eye sockets. That would be something to see, I guess. Maybe I could get up a webcam and start a YouTube channel. Maybe I could join a circus. Maybe I could say I've been touched by the holy spirit and join a convent. Next thing you know, I'll be writhing on the floor and speaking in tongues. I'm not sure what all that means, but it sounds entertaining.
Are you keeping count of my typos? Good.