We packed water, but we also packed box wine. So we set up camp and after traipsing around, running down mountains of crystals, we laid out our mats. We sunbathed and day drank as the clouds rolled by and the sun struck up conversations with every element of nature around us. Including us.
What did we do in those three weeks? Almost bought an ostrich egg from a rock shop, spent full days digging for petrified wood, binged Game of Thrones, smacked sprouted potatoes into the desert with a lacrosse stick. Real heady stuff.
I am allowing Merry Pachinko to wreak havoc on the sweetness. To bring chaos to the front. To scream it into a microphone and laugh witches’ notes into the sky.