Last night I went over to Debi's camp to catch up on what has been going on in the past year. She had recently had surgery and the doctor had told her, she could not drive or lift heavy stuff which pretty much insured that she could not make this years event.
|This is Debi's camp and in the background you can|
see the cook's section.
|Newly draped off area that cut my campground|
almost in half.
We were the only two camps (if you can even call mine a camp) on the ravine until more people started arriving Saturday.
I flirted with the idea of setting up my tent and shower structure but was too tired. Instead Frann invited me to her house and gave me a tour of Old Town Terlingua...that beats setting up a camp any day!
Frann, if you happen to be reading this please send me your e-mail address so I can e-mail you the pictures for your approval. My e-mail is firstname.lastname@example.org
|The black garbage bag has my tent|
that waited patiently to be set up.
Good night. May you all have Terlingua Dreams.