Moonshine Junkyard

summer changes everything. it comes suddenly, always, like a snake in the path, like glancing up as you cross a sticky parking lot to see the fat hot full strawberry moon rising over the mountains. now fans must be placed in the windows at night. the pool must go up, and the filter, and the little twinkle lights on the patio. everyone is ready, suddenly, to hang out all the time. people gravitate together; laughter is frequent and loud. i don't know why summer makes such a difference on the social scene; many of us don't even have youngsters in school yet, but somehow once it is 90 degrees out we have to eat together outside on blankets and plan outings to watering holes and then hang out late into the evenings with tired kids just getting wilder and wilder. with summer come my favorite days. it's a simple equation. spend a day at the river. then pizza and beer at marco's. nice, long, easy-breezy, perfect river days. we've had two such days in the past week...

so where were we? oh yeah. waking up in a campground in moab. I forgot to mention that our first night at Kane Creek there was just one big party, with loud music blasting from the guys next to us who had a generator and one of those giant sleek trailers for hauling their off-road vehicles, impromtu dance parties, kids running amok, lines at the pit toilet, campfires and beer and loud laughter and pick-ups. addie said it had a burning man vibe. it was kinda crazy. but at 10:00 things immediately piped down, our neighbors turned their music up to a roar of thumping techno beats at 9:53 then abruptly switched it off with a dramatic flourish. the girls promptly fell asleep at that point and we all slept like snoring logs to the sound of the colorado river. the joy of a camping morning. darin got up early just like at home and made us a nice french press pot of coffee, complete with a few gritty grinds, wouldn't be camping without'm. after oatmeal, we took a little e...