Here I’m bemoaning the ineffectiveness of the shop-vac against the incredible layer of sand inside the cab of my truck. As a result of this vacuum’s failure, I got a faceful of fine sand as I drove it to the wash facility – the first time the vehicle had moved in over ten months.
I almost – almost – felt a twinge of sadness as I flicked the power switch on the radio and turned off all the circuit breakers. After all, it was my job – however mundane – for this entire trip. Mostly, though, I felt a feeling of exultation, and just a hint of the drama I once wrote about; I really felt like there should have been some theme music as we drove away, generators in tow.
Later, we paid the price of a year of easy work and relaxation: the abominable and interminable cleanup process. The tradeoff for our electricity and air conditioning is a mountain of ancillary equipment, all of which was thoroughy filthy and had to be cleaned completely before storage. Between our two vehicles, I’d estimate (this is purely a SWAG – scientific wild-ass guess) that we had 15,000 pounds of trucks, radios, switchboards, cables, and generators.
As you can see from Gus’ face, it was hell!