Wow, it's been a long two days since I last posted. Or is it three? Time tends to get a little hazy when you're out on RAAM. minutes turn into hours, then hours turn into days, and then suddenly your mind turns into a grapefruit, and you wonder why a grapefruit is standing around a parking lot in Brawley.
And now a couple of the images that are swirling around in my head from the last couple days. Whether they actually happened or I just hallucinated them we may never know.
-A time station deep in the Arizona desert, populated by a strange group of people who call themselves the Bullshifters. They carry around cowbells and cantaloupes, and somehow conjure up an inflatable pool from the desert sand.
-A campground somewhere near Blythe, full of beleaguered media members sleeping on picnic tables. "Fire ants," someone warns. Seriously? But why would they come near us? Have they no sense of smell?
-A town called Jerome that seems to hang on the edge of a cliff, taunting the valley floor while it basks in the glorious sunset.
-A man blogging from a bathroom in Flagstaff, his eyes completely bloodshot, his back aching, his whiskers growing at an astonishing, almost visible rate. Tomorrow he will drive back to Oceanside to cover the team start on Saturday, then head out on the very same route again and end up reliving everything he thought he just imagined in the last two days. And his mind will turn back into a grapefruit, and he'll be fine with that, because that's just what happens during RAAM.
-Andy
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