Day 9 of the expedition
Position: N 45 43 E 098 43
Distance Traveled: 17.8 km
I throw a rock at the tire, Curtis and I have been doing this for the better part of an hour, the objective is to bounce a rock off of one tire and hit the other. So far no one has succeeded, although I have been hit by some of Curtis's rocks. It's a lame pointless game. There is wind, but it's a head wind. And so we continue playing. At the very least the wind keeps us cool.
As dusk starts to fall the winds diminish and then changes directions completely, and as usual they stabilize; light but strong enough for our 10 M mantas. Two hours pass, the stars come out and a massive semi truck rolls by half a km away, its driver oblivious to our presence, which is good. The last time a semi truck stopped 15 Mongolians spilled out the back, some with a hint of vodka on their breath. Luckily while the Mongolians are a rough and roughdry bunch (they love to wrestle) all have been very kind, and never a problem to our security. However the fading light and the steady winds make this time precious to us, we would prefer to slip away into the night un-encumbered by their curiosity.
When the winds finally die the decision is passed to hull the buggies under the field of stars. To add to the situation, Curtis deploys his I-pod and speaker and we walk into a surreal night of stars and song.
Eric
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