After a few days of remote sites in Arizona, we gathered again at the El Rancho Hotel in Gallup, NM- a campy joint with enormous, glittering geodes in the lobby and furniture fashioned from bullhorns but a proper hotel just the same- warm and with restaurant and bar and hot water and so many luxuries. Was tempting to take a room after many days of high altitude camping but the potential for a pop-up was too good to pass up. It felt like the first opportunity to set storage in a populated area and I was curious if it could be done without the authority’s notice.
We all warmed and boozed ourselves in the bar until late and when it was time to turn in, I went out into an empty lot across the street to put up the facade. In the midst of this, I came across my new friends Jin and Jim and Julia who were out, allowing the night to carry on, darken. It was decided that we’d go into storage to take a drink and so we went, fired the propane burners for heat and took our bourbon.
It was a fine site for stealth storage as we were settled on the main drag of Route 66 but positioned in such a way that the secret side faced the train yard with its chain-link fencing, inconspicuously snipped in the corner as a hobo’s threshold.
Just to be sure, I poked the surveillance cam up through the skylight to keep an eye on the heat. It was a cold and quiet night and those that passed by did only that. It wasn’t until we were packing our bags the next morning that some sort of city official came along… but by then, the light of day revealed only absurdity and we all went away feeling ok.