In The Mojave

In a motel whose name means “hot” in a language not English.
With its tiki decor in Palm Spring. It smells faintly of mildew, is fake Polynesian, yet evokes charm–mountains, pool, bougainvillea, orange umbrellas, half moon…you know I love that slightly run down back in the day Miami Beach feel (without ocean but desert will do). VERY hot–global warming will not be kind. The cab driver complained. In a way the Hot motel already speaks–has always spoken–of apocalypse, water waste, crowding, the death of culture…ah, I could live in this room and write a short novel but luckily Rich will be back from picking up a rental car & farmers’ market before lunch. Heading to Joshua Tree which can be otherworldly too, but in a more natural fashion.
Across the street–I’m not making this up–the Hotel California.

Outsider Art, Prairie Moon, Fountain City, Wisconsin

One-Line Haiku (from Madison to Minneapolis)

Along the Mississippi bluffs, singing songs with the word “river”

Still On The Road…

Outsider art, Hyde Park lot

Egyptian roadside, Illinois

Abandoned observatory

First Cheese Of The Trip

Can you guess where this is?

Staycation

Rich and I have often fantasized about trips in an RV. Last night we stayed over at our kids, who happen to live on a ranch with RV Park.
It was cozy:

and compact. The moon shone through the skylight. Spectacular sunset, and nice to see dawn.

Rich made me hot cereal, and actually drove the RV on I-25. I’m afraid I’m more decorative than useful in this situation.

Since we were close by, we headed to funky Madrid.

And enjoyed recycled art at Weasel & Fitz.

Home by lunch.

Have a safe and pleasant holiday.

First Totem Poles of The Trip