Sept. 23, 2004
Somewhere between Albequerque, NM and Durango, CO
It was raining buckets when we woke up, and a tin roof symphony clattered low and high on the bus, the bike pile on top of it, and the trailer out back.
Outside, everything was as grey as a dying heifer’s eyes, and we splooshed out the Shoo Shoo’s back door in a slip, bomber jacket, and some flip-flops to go find a place to pee. As we walked, our sandals flicked mud up onto our vintage periwinkle blue slip, leaving brown grease-spots all over our backside.