The weekend went by too fast. P. and I worked on the Scampalamp all weekend with a welcome break for brunch on Sunday at our friend's otherworldly desert rose garden. Then back to sanding the heck out of the interior of the Scamp. We finally called it quits last night at 7, popped open two beers, and took the dogs for a sunset walk down our dirt road. There's nothing that says "classy" quite like a Sunday evening stroll with roadie sodies in hand.
More pictures of Scamp progress/regress tomorrow. And frogman over there in that picture above? He left his Crocs in the back of his car for ten days and they *melted* in the hot desert sun. The point isn't that my dear husband wears Crocs; the point is that A) it's starting to warm up in the desert and B) Crocs shrivel into demented hooves when left in hot cars. Just fyi.