Last night was a loud night at Turkey Bend. A group of young partiers, probably or mostly college students, were rowdy in the wee hours of the morning when everyone seemed to be asleep. I was awoken by the thumping bass of "Baby Got Back." After this song, they turned down the volume, but every normal sound rippled through the calm air easily, making normal conversation clear even from 100 yards across the water.
One girl was talking about sex and it seemed every sentence contained the word "dick." She talked about the last time she got laid, and she wouldn't mind getting in bed with an attractive female co-worker. Her abuse of the word would have driven Sigmund Freud insane (if he wasn't already). Freud might have prescribed, "Madam, your use of the word 'dick' is extraodinaire, liberal, and disturbing. Perhaps your ego is telling you to get a good dicking."
At one point in the night, the lady with her family camping 25 yards adjacent to me screamed to the disorderly people to turn their music down because families with kids were trying to sleep. Bravo lady!
I got up in the morning with the early risers at Turkey Bend. Some boaters were already in the lake humming back and forth. This trip would be coming to an end very soon- Houston is only 3-4 hours from here. I almost need to go home after 6 days without bathing- sometimes, it feels like I've been dragged through the mud both physically and mentally. Yesterday, I drove over 700 miles.
I made one stop at Wal-mart to get an inexpensive oil change for $12.00. The last oil change was over 5,000 miles ago in Espanola, NM, near the beginning of this roadtrip. While there, I checked for an inexpensive credit card sized (actually smaller) am/fm radio, but they didn't carry any, but there may be some at Eckerds or Radio Shack. I'd like to carry along the radio on the Pacific Crest Trail.
The casinos got the best of me this time, but I'll be back for vengeance when my courage (and wallet) has been rejuvenated.
