However, by the time we drove a couple hundred miles into Utah, and past a Starbucks, I softened up, and as Jesse was ordering out lunch from Wendy's, I grabbed a handful of those lemons they have (for water, presumably) and squeezed them liberally all over my hair. Then I packed some more lemons into a plastic baggy (for camp tea) along with plastic utensils (Thanks, Wendy's!) and spent some time in the bathroom splashing water on my hair, in a rinsing-combing through combo under some pretty unimpressed glares. They don't know what it's like. Desperate times.
I figured, if it continued to melt down, I had time and a couple more towns with fast food restaurants before the official Middle of Nowhere to barricade myself in the bathroom and squirt hand soap liberally all over my hair (the offical No Poo Fail) before reaching camp and no running water.
It must have been intimidated into submission, or it likes lemon. Either way, it behaved beautifully Thu, Fri, Sat, and Sunday, and if it wasn't for dust/bugs/ashes, I could have rolled with it Monday.
1. No Poo Win.
2. Hair might like rinses.
I keep the Hair bound up in Buffs when we camp and ride.
It goes under my helmet and stretches over my neck for riding (I have a bug phobia, and a perpetual fear one will drop down my shirt when riding), and the rest of the time, and since the helmet wrecks my bangs into a sideways mohawk, it's a headband. Or an eyepatch, when I'm not sure if I have a scrap of contact lens stuck in my eyelid, or if I've finally rubbed a scab into the inside of my eyelid (piece of contact lens, it turned out). It prevent windblown hair mess, and more importantly, horrible things like getting hair caught in the bike chain??! The things you read on the internet...
The Buff and I enjoying a day old pork chop:
The Buff and I resting:
I must not have a picture of where it's pulled over my head, tube like, with a face opening. Not very attractive, anyway. Effective for bug control. I also have a wool one. So. Rad.
Oh. I also used Dr Bronner Magic soap on the camp dishes, during camp "showers", and Jesse used it to semi-effectively rid his hands of the gasoline smell. That happens, when you spend all night stuffing gas into beer bottles and making makeshift bombs.
In a semi related story - some girls came over from a campsite over, and dropped some knowledge on me. APPARENTLY - if you collect bacon grease into a tin can, and then heat that can over fire till it burns purple, and then spear a water bottle onto the end of a LONG (key) stick, and dump water into grease, you can achieve a 20 foot high grease fire. I am ALL OVER bacon grease for the next 6 months.