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Day ten. (95sep04)
The next morning, we meet Crux at the scaffolding to say our goodbyes
and help fold muslin. The "Oh My God!" car drives by.
I'd heard the damn thing crowing like mad over the weekend,
and it cracked me up every single time.
"Do the rooster!"
"Which one?"
"The rooster! Crowing!"
BOWK BOWK BOWK!!!!
"Yeahhhh!!!"
There's a naked man with a video camera filming the mass exodus.
His car keys are attached to a ring, which is attached to his --
errr, attached to him. Scaffold talk with Tina, Scott, and Brent
reveals a strange "may-have-seen-you-in-college"-type connection
between Scott and Tina. Bullhorn Guy is still here.
"The man will burn in three hours."
The man appears to be in no such condition to do so, as he's whipped into
a free-flowing scattered-ash frenzy by two people doing the jump rope
double-dutch thing over his remains.
We went back to Tina's base camp to retrieve the candy cane;
she ties it to our roof. As we're returning to the scaffolding,
the shark car approaches menacingly off portside.
"Great. We're going to be rammed by a mechanized shark in the middle of
the desert."
The shark car turns abruptly, leaving us in peace.
We say our goodbyes to the Crux crew, and stir up another beautiful
massive dust cloud on the way out. As we pull away from the main camp,
I espy a couple screwing on top of a VW van.
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