Finally found the pen after what seemed to be a great deal of Sherlock Holmes-like deduction. We camped last night at Kasner? It's in Arizona, south of FLAGSTAFF by Mormon Lake.

Driving from Seligman to Flagstaff was starting to work on me, no sleep. Larry slept for one hour, his only one so far. We were both very bitchy by the time we got to the Safeway in Flagstaff where we bought coffee filters and cups and cold medicine. We both have coughs and heads full of snot. By the time we reached our camp and knocked the muffler off we were even more irritable and ready to cut each others' throats with sarcasm.

We are now on the I-40 heading towards a huge indentation in the earch made by a meteor. We just passed two accidents so far, a burned moving truck filled with somebody's belongings and an overturned Subaru that appeared to have caused some serious injuries. The sun is up high, we are driving through wasteland as we have been for days and will for a few more.

Seligman was fascinating. 900 people, including Joey Delgadillo, who has lived there all his 69 years. There is one street in Seligman. Larry and I sat at a picnic table at the end of the road under a tree beside an abandoned gas station.

The bench was virtually in the front yard of a man's mobile home trailer. He came out from his home and said he wouldn't mind if we made dinner there as long as we cleaned up our mess. We could hear his television reciting the days' long,depressing news of the potential fires that will enevitably erupt on the 4th of July, of the US involvement in China taking bigger steps, of the 115 degree high reached in Arizona on that day. A good ole boy named Charlie pulled up in his old Dodge Eco-van and dropped his dad off at their mobile home trailor, gave us some friendly salutations and then headed off presumably for the "famous" OK Corral Saloon. Larry and I made Rice-A-Roni and mushroom soup -

Later, we are now at the crator.

I'm stoned now, it's 2:00pm and we went and saw the meteor crater, it cost us $5 a piece to see. Then we left and were driving down I-40 when a brand new, black, 535 csi BMW passes us and the driver made a gesture at us emulating the smoking of a joint. Larry shook him off but I insisted that we follow and we wound up smoking a bowl of marijuana in a TeePee at an outpost type place called Meteor City with Lance from Colorado Springs, the BMW driver. Classic.

Getting back to Seligman, a tremendously fascinating town, Charlie, the good ole boy in the Dodge swung back around and bummed a few shots of Jack Daniels off of us as we were making Jack and Cokes in preparation to leave. Charlie ws a terrific conversationalist. He told us about his adventures jumping on the train, that runs beside Seligman's only road and traveling with his buddy to Barstow in the California desert where they got "shit faced" and then hopped on another train headed in the opposite direction and wound up in Aberdine, Texas or somewhere terribly far away from Seligman, but he wasn't complaining in the least. More about Seligman later.

Lance just pulled us over on the Interstate and gave us $5! As I was writing! Unbelievable. Some guy in a black BMW from Colorado named Lance just pulled us over and gave us money! Fucking Great!