Out in the Desert

The trip from New Orleans to Southern Arizona was the longest I've ever traveled without seeing a friend; just under a week - oh! like The Ring.  Except right before the hairy dead girl crawled out of the well to kill me, I found myself at Daina's in Tucson.  She has a lot of hair, but did not try to kill me until the last day.

What I did:

• Took pictures alone in the desert.
• Noticed cell phone didn't work much.
• Forgot to drink water - yikes.
• Noticed WiFi didn't work much.
• Talked to myself alone in the desert.

Yup, it starts to make you crazy.  A week doesn't seem like a long time, right?  Most of us could use a week away from it all.  We usually never get that week.  Thank God for strangers and aliens! 

I was going bonkers, the same thoughts bouncing around in my head, the same songs playing over and over.  Eventually, I had to let go of all the craziness, and ended up having a really good time.  If you want to know the truth, I'm more independent today from just that one week alone.  

I did no ghost hunting this week, so please understand the only ghosts you will encounter until Tucson are mine (bo-ring!)...although there were a few good meals, and like I said, the aliens.  Stay tuned!  

The Truth is Out There.

~A