Parked In the Desert

We stayed in a teepee for a few days, on land near Moab owned by some friends.  The car provided shade for lizards in this spot during that time.  I was unable to focus properly for this shot due to the 115 degree heat and blinding glare.  Note the bumper-scraping sag, caused by the 1,000 pounds of personal possessions in the trunk and back seat.  I wanted to get a few crates of squawking chickens, maybe a refrigerator, to tie to the roof, but we never got around to it.  Strangely, we were never pulled over in any of the nine states we passed through on the way to Georgia, despite our California plates.  (This was in stark contrast to a trip around the country made earlier in the year in a fairly new/clean pickup truck- every cop that saw those CA plates did a big doubletake, and I'd like to take this opportunity to give a big "Eat Shit" message to each and every member of the South Dakota Highway Patrol, several carloads of whom put us in a patrol car and vainly searched every inch of the truck for the guns & drugs they were sure we had.  "You boys don't have a good enough reason to be here," they said, and it's good enough for me; I'll never set foot in that evil state again and I recommend that you do the same.)  Apparently, the car was just so hideous that every law enforcement employee who saw it thought "There's no way any car this obvious could be up to anything illegal."