#85 / 2008 Tour 4 Winter: Salton Sea Two

THE SALTON SEA, DAY TWO

#85

We were hunkered down in the van looking like a toadstool among Christmas trees surrounded by the big rigs here at the Salton Sea Recreational Area. I set my bedding on fire with a lit candle. I'm going to have to be more conscientious about open flames. It was small. I made a patch with one of Mother's little handkerchiefs - good as new.

We are headed to another free campground in AnzaBorrego Desert State Park. It's all "dry camping" which means there are no hookups and no water service. We have made plans to visit an old Albuquerque friend of Joe's, now a professor in San Diego.

 

A long line of small dark birds just flew by slashing a dark line between all the white pelicans. I'm reading "The Tattooed Man: A Tale of Strange Adventures Befalling Tod Moran, Mess Boy of the Tramp Steam 'Araby,' Upon His First Voyage From San Francisco to Genoa, Via the Panama Canal," by Howard Pease.

From my berth in the van overlooking the Salton Sea I feel like I'm on a tramp steamer.