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Posted by mobile phone:
Well, it might be an oak… I don’t know trees.
Or, based oon the comments last night, how to par-tay.
But its ok, man. I said this was a thing that requires pure grit, and brother, I’m chock full of that.
I woke in Camp Lando Calrissian early this mornin, intent on a nice cup of coffee. 6or various reasons, I brought beans and a grinder, with a lil 300 watt rechargable generator, but it wasn’t butch enough to power the grinder, so I had to buy a 3 dollar cup. Ah, counterculture, you brew a pricy bean.
I’ve done a lot of walking today, with my broken and poorly taped back together wristband and my omnipresent bottle of water and I’ve pondered.
Theres an interesting juxtaposition here, in that theres the obligatory “green” message, what with enviormental booths and signs everywhere, and lots of recycling stuff, but its all taking place on what is now a trampled and barren farm. I can mosey down the lane through the campsites and still see the troughs left by some long gone plow, spitting up dust with every step.
The grass, even in the less barren Centeroo section, is sparce and weedy.
I don’t think I’m making a point or judgement, just an observation.
Things are still slow this mornin, 60000 people appear to be passed out. I’m liking morning at the roo…
Pictures later.

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