A day of nothing

Waking up today (some monday) at my campground was refreshing. All the climbers have had their fill, and the weather is finally beautiful. This is the first time I have been warm in the last six days. Weather in desert has been quite cold and rainy. Laying in the back of my truck I thought about what to do today. Coffee, yes, that outdoor coffee that leaves swirls of chemical studded rainbows on the top. Once that was made and tasted I lighted the Beugler cigarette I had rolled. Then...yes it gets better, came the best set of eggs I have ever had. Scrambled with butter and cheese and garlic salt. Then I was off to the latrine, graciously placed by our host (the state), 1 on each side of the camp (not near enough for weekends). As you sit and take care of business, if the wind is blowing in the right direction (it was) you get a cold breeze swathing your fanny which feels like heaven on toast. But this also carries your own stink directly up to you nostrils. Back to the site it was time to set up the gym and collect left behind firewood (or palletes) from the ever so gracious climbing community. After a quick sunbathe in my underwear with my friend Fred the lizard I am off to workout. I did some crazy stuff and finished with yoga ( all in my underwear, which was quite the show) and plopped down to read some more Bryson. The rest of the day was quite boring, even Fred left to go find some shade and fresh tail (everyday he goes up in a tree with a different lady). I can just imagine what happens up there. One time he jumped out of the tree onto our table and scurried off. I can imagine the conversation with the lady going something like this, "So you want my # or something? she says. Uh, yeah, sure let me what, woh woh waaaaaaa!" ( As he fake falls out of the tree and gives us a wink) "I'm ok babe, see you later.