Women's Day, Russian way.

March 9, Willcox, AZ.
More crazy weather. It looked like an Iraqi sand storm here yesterday, but then it snowed briefly. We're parked in a dusty field near a truck stop by interstate 10. It dipped below 30 degrees during the night and we buried ourselves under three comforters, dressed in pants, sweaters and socks, and put Dylan in the bed between us. The electric heaters do not work at night, the generator is shut off. So after 11 PM you're on your own. Unfortunately the gas heating system doesn't work in our trailer because the battery that controls the electrical system is weak. We couldn't start up the generator either, for the same reason, so we were left with no heat, the prospect of a freezing cold night and a sick baby. But then the common trailer doesn't have any heating system at all, so things could be worse; at least we'll have heat when we finally come around to replacing the battery.
Yesterday was Women's Day in Russia and so the Russians prepared a BBQ after the show. It was 37 degrees out but everybody came out to celebrate anyway. Ekaterina, Olga and Bérengere each got a bouquet of roses, and so did I. "The Russians," as Fridman and I call them, Genia, Sasha, Vilen, Bérengere, Ekaterina, Vasily, Igor and Olga, usually include us in their group, whether it's for watching a movie or celebrating their women.

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Setting up the tent under strong winds.