As life moves along so does the Earth Module

Today the Earth Module temporarily moves to storage. Kadizzled and the revered Commander will head to Cottonwood to babysit three schreeching Chiwawas.  Kadizzled loves dogs, but hates the little rat dogs, which are just barking cats.

The campground has emptied out a bit and the weather has been excellent.  Yesterday Kadizzle had his annual tune up by getting his Korean massage.  While waiting for the truck to be serviced Kadizzled went to the best massage place in the world.  There is very little English spoken there but they dig deep into the sin that accumulates in Kadizzle's back and for awhile Kadizzle is years younger.  Also it resulted in a good nights sleep. 

The solar panel has been working well, but we do not have enough battery power to store all the sunshine. Imagine plenty of money, but no room in you wallet.

Now for a character review.   Who have we met so far in the adventure?  About the first person we met was Bill.  Bill was living in a small pickup truck at the campground near Lake Roosevelt.  Bill sat all day in the front of the truck reading.  Bill told Kadizzle he thought he found some Indian pottery near his truck in the campground. Bill was afraid to reach in the bush and get it because he was sure there might be a rattlesnake in the bush,  so Kadizzle examined the pottery.  It turned out to be a piece of early Coors Beer can.  Kadizzle had to explain to Bill the Indians did not write on pottery.  Another character at Lake Roosevelt was "Generator Willy".  Generator Willy ran his generator all day long and annoyed everyone.  One camper tried to hint to Generator Willy that he was a painful presence, but Willy did not get the message.  Kadizzle wrote Willy an anonymous letter about his lack of generator politeness.  Kadizzle had the camp host deliver the letter.  Next day Willy was gone.

At Usery we met an ex airline pilot, and a bush pilot who went on our exploratory hike in the Goldfield Mountains.  We renewed acquaintances with most of our good Canadian friends who have escaped their proximity to the arctic.  In our current campground we have the ambitious Dave who is in his eighties and outworks people half his age. Dave is up every morning pushing a wheelbarrow around cleaning up.  When the volunteers showed up to clean there was nothing for them to do.   Of course there is a Generator Willy here.   Fortunately he is pretty far away.  The worst think that happens is some simple minded dinger tries to save money and buys a construction generator that makes more noise than a jackhammer.  As usual the real camp host are strange people living on the edge.  Their generator went to hell on them so they are living with the electricity from their pickup truck.  Everyday new people show up and soon everyone knows everyone.