December 18,19, and 20
Steve, Blackfish, and I did some serious drinking on Saturday night (Donna passed out). It was kind of like a desert version of drinking scene from Jaws with Steve as Roy Scheider, Blackfish as Robert Shaw, and me (sadly) as a kind of hippy survivalist version of Richard Dreyfuss. It was a lot of fun, although by the end of it I had begun to chew upon my own foot in true Jason style. Of course it's better to eat your own foot than have a giant shark do it like in Jaws, but sharks are in short supply out on the playa anyhow.
The outbuilding behind the ranch house is starting to look at lot less like a trailer and a lot more like a building. I figure by the summer of 2005 it should look genuinely pretty nice. I'm considering fencing in the area between it and the ranch house to create a sort of shaded garden for Tina with trees, plants, and stuff. The "pantry" Tina and I have been building is getting close to done and should hold a good amount of food. Next step: propane refrigerator