An accidental theme

Flagstaff occupies the largest contiguous Ponderosa pine [butterscotch tree] forest in the world.


I tell you that to assuage your growing suspicion that life is passing you by while you read this blog. Occasionally, I will include redeeming bits of information to assuage you harder.

We follow an RVing page on Facebook who just revealed the two of them used 60 gallons (2-30 gallon totes) of laundry on a ten-day camping trip. Look, I'm no one to judge. Still, you can tell I'm judging a tiny bit, can't you? I'm a flawed individual, and these are clean, clean people. Maybe they are teenagers; that's the detail that would pull it all together.

[On the off chance you clean, clean people read this blog: just kidding! You guys were the nattiest campers in the park! You know I'm just jealous.]

Annie was explaining to the cousins that we don't heat up much water. Stove-top for washing dishes, and if the weather is hot enough we don't bother heating water for our showers, which we take using a lawn sprayer.  Lori didn't look even slightly shocked or horrified, but graciously offered us hot showers on the spot. I guess it's good that I didn't mention we were no-poo. That could have made inroads in her equanimity. I've got to admit, all that hot water was pretty great. Thanks!

Annie just read to me that it takes 37 gallons of water to make a roll of toilet paper. Can this be true?? You could shower for eighteen minutes with that much water, although that wouldn't be an effective substitute for an entire roll. I'll have to think more about this.

What happens when I think too long about toilet paper.

It wears itself out before nightfall, and then we're left in the dark.

 

Trucks have been porting these potties into the forest for days. What you may not see here is that they have all the doors pointed IN, so that they are INaccessible. Today, they began hauling them back out again, unused (as far as I could tell). 

These trees could be sold to make toilet paper.

My hooves do not fall through! Annie convinced me to try, and that's one more thing crossed off my Blech-it list.

This ends badly for someone. Enough said.

That's us! I obscured the license plates for safety.

That concludes today's post, which took one pint of water and a Coor's Light to produce.

Biloxi Roxi and the Brown Water Blues. Don't forget to tip your bartender.

Mississippi Welcome Center:

Just flush it down.

Across the hall was the Bœrean Baptist Church choir entertaining weary travelers and, possibly, wearying entertained travelers.  An elderly man handed me the New Testament with Psalms, which I declined on the basis that we need to keep underweight, and I've read it already.  Once I know the ending, I can never enjoy it the same way again.  [Spoiler alert!] Surely I come quickly!  Yes you do, and don't call me Shirley.

A Lake City bargain.

Annie made a traveling crockpot chili yesterday.  Inexplicably, our inverter is working exactly like it's supposed to, which means we have AC any time we need it.  She quickly put this together at one of our rest stops, and by dinner we were nomming it.

Warning!  This chili requires secondary containment!

We're parked on the Gulf tonight!  We didn't make it to The Big Easy, although it's not that much further.  I saw all this white sand and water, and flumped myself dramatically all over the Duck until Annie stopped here for the night.  The flumping stuff really works.

You're thinking the sign exaggerates.  How dangerous could it be?

Ask Lefty.

This fancy joint even has security, and it's not to kick us out!  Lap o' luxury, I'm telling you.