Out Of Town

TRIP LOG/DAY ELEVEN: Winds of 80 m.p.h. buffet my craft across the playa like a kite. Expect to reach Black Rock and set up camp before dark. Temperature nearing freezing, but too windy to start a fire.DAY FOURTEEN: Can't loose the eerie feeling I'm being watched. Leftovers of my breakfast eaten and a blanket missing from camp. Tracks suggest a large ape or human.DAY TWENTY: Sandstorm. Found my lost blanket near swamp and under it a woman's body, alive despite apparent exposure to storm and cold. Applied warm compress and fashioned makeshift stretcher to drag her back to camp.DAY TWENTY-SIX: Woman now capable of eating thin soup. Our communication is limited at present to the single word, "Polly", which I believe the woman uses to indicate herself. "Polly" is now sitting upright and even assisting me with simple tasks around camp. She clearly comes from a culture with a language and the capacity to use tools.DAY THIRTY-ONE: Amazing! As an experiment, I gave "Polly" a large empty bean can, which she proceeded to pound in an astonishing complex rhythmic pattern. When I added a simple melody by way of bamboo flute, "Polly" seemed startled at first, but actually seemed to alter her drumming as if to respond to my tune. Difficulty sleeping tonight anticipating what tomorrow will bring...I edited my profile with Thomas Myspace Editor V4.4 (www.strikefile.com/myspace)