By the time me and my boyfriend arrived at the airstream, it was almost past midnight. That was a bit of a dreadful drive. After we left Salvation Mountain, we actually ended up getting lost several times. All the signs were dimly lit during night hours and I’m pretty sure we made some wrong turns here and there cause of it. But the company of my boyfriend made all the difference in not making it a crummy experience. We picked up our burgers and fries from the drive-thru and kept cruising along to the rhythm of some indie electronic music who’s artist names I don’t remember.
Light years afterwards, we finally get to the airstream that’s located a few miles down the small dirt path from the main road. The darkness of the night covered all things, so we took our PJ’s and used the LCD screens of our cellphone to light our way into this metal tube. My boyfriend pretty much knocks out while I had a sleepless night because the loud gust of wind kept rattling the window-frames putting me at unease. To get over my crankiness, I decided to watch the sunrise in hopes that it would lighten up my mood and it did.
In broad daylight, I saw the airstream and the delightful furnishing surrounding it in all its beauty. The desert landscape and enormous mountain that stood so closely to us contributed to the serene, calming atmosphere. It was a rough night, but all of that was forgotten and forgiven for the day that laid ahead of us.