We are still applying Carmex even though we have no cowboys to kiss. Carmex is one of the Cackler’s favorite American discoveries and she has returned to England with a case full, determined her lips will be unchapped should a chap (with or without chaps) appear and pucker up. Anyone who considers antiseptic an aphrodisiac will find her irresistible but it is possible that suitors will slide right off:those lips are slick.
Not that we found very many cowboys (kissable or otherwise) on our trip to the South West, one of the very few disappointments of the trip. We did see two on Whiskey Row in Prescott one lunchtime but they were very drunk and ripe for hurtling backwards through a bar’s swing door. Two more, in Page, seemed slightly depressed, the brims of their hats tipped low at the table as they sat silently waiting for breakfast to be served. Another at the Walmart in Flagstaff was disinclined to chat when the Cackler sidled by. Don’t be fooled by the big hat or the allure of Doug McClure: cowboys, based on our short survey, are much as other men.
Javelinas on the other hand–now they’re cute. One trotted across the road right in front of us when we completed the Red Rock Loop in Sedona at sunrise. I had never seen one before. ( The peccary, not the sunrise.) Whiskery, piggy-eyed and with razor tusks they probably don’t get many kisses but they’re adorable from a distance.
The Cackler and I are agreed that it is time to make a down payment on our next vacation and I may have found the ideal destination. Check out this short film about a creative retreat in the Bahamas. I can already see myself blogging on the beach while the Cackler tries her hand at sculpture, creating contemporary art from a mountain of empty Carmex tubes,squeezies and pots. The azure sea and sky will complement our turquoise jewelry. We can wear our stetsons as sun hats. I can desert the desert if I know there is a beach in my near future.