Postcards from My Soul

I know, I know, I'm super slow in getting this story out.  It's not an intentional cliffhanger, although I've been accused of such things.  I have, however, been back almost two months now so I'm taking a break from Burning Man prep to write this.  Ok, I may also be letting henna absorb into my grey roots.  This is the 3rd or 4th time I've decided to let me grey hair take over and this was the longest and most grey I've ever had but I just couldn't help myself.  Plus I already had it on hand. (Note to reader - skip next paragraph if you don't care about my dirty hair) Since we are talking about hair, or I am, let's discuss the no-poo movement.  As in no shampoo.  I washed my hair on May 13th before we left and only brought baking soda instead of shampoo.  Since the RV wasn't trip ready when we decided to take it, the water tank wasn't full so we were conserving water.  It was also cold in Flagstaff so I wasn't super inclined to wash m...

Tuesday May 14  The Dalles, Oregon Les Schwab parking lot We woke up at 7:30am, getting roughly 4 hours of sleep.  The short version  is that it took them until 12:30pm to confirm that it was a broken axle. The longer version includes offloading the camper onto the side of the building and a bunch of impatient waiting.  Then the scramble began.  Charlie was able to locate a used rear end/axle thinger in Tacoma.  Charlie’s friend, who if he left Rainier right that second, could get there before 5pm to get it and bring it to us.  He also located a recommended mobile mechanic who could install it the next day.  This is also the short version of the trip to Tacoma to get the part.  Our timeline to getting to Flagstaff was getting tighter.  We wanted to arrive Thursday night but had to be there Friday morning by 9 for classes we had signed up for.  It’s an approximate 20 hour drive to Flagstaff from The Dalles.   With not...