Bath

In preparation for a month with no running water, I've taken two luxurious New England baths. Of the first there are no photos because I was soaking (naked) in a stranger's backyard hot tub, all alone, under the stars. The air was cold, the water hot, and I was told there were coyotes. Thank you, New Hampshire.

Pictured here is the second bath, taken in Maine. Slightly more civilized, shared with a boney red-head, it smelled of pure lavender.