Dave Dudley once sang
“Well my rig's a little old,
But that don't mean she's slow.
There's a flame from her stack,
And the smoke's rolling black as coal.
My hometown's coming in sight,
If you think I'm happy your right.
Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight.”
Im tired…no…I take that back, Im exhausted. Six days of sleeping on couches, six days of drinking caffeine that comes in little plastic containers with pictures of lemons or grapes on them. On day six, a fourteen hour drive hauling a 68’ Impala wagon across Utah, Arizona, Nevada and California in a straight shot.
During my six day sojourn in the red desert sands of Utah, my camera and I wandered the cedars, sands and sage brush of Bo Huff’s salvage yard at night. A full moon as my guide, a trusty flash light, the howling coyotes…and a wild imagination were my constant companions as I stood there in the dark painting with light and waiting for the moon light to do the rest.
The mind can take you to some strange places when you sit in the dark for hours at a time with only the moon and stars to light the way. Did they ever catch that cannibal that escaped from the nearby prison years ago? Will a pack of chupacabras get tired of eating mexican goats and decide a fat Hick-Spanic photographer with lots of marbleized meat make a good meal instead? Have the polar bears had enough of the melting ice caps and decided to wander on down to the Utah desert? Ok, I admit the polar bear thing is a bit far fetched, but Im not giving up on the chupacabras theory…yet.