Lone Prairie

1. In a five-gallon bucket of icy water outside the tent in the Badlands near Killdeer, North Dakota during trail ride.
2. In the train station in Sacramento, California, a place with a lovely mural of the golden spike event though their restroom sinks are a little shallow.
3. In the back of the horse trailer with an old tarp for privacy and a makeshift portable shower kit during a three-day Pat Parelli horse seminar.
4. In the kitchen sink of a Lutheran church in Schneeberg in the former East Germany during a missions trip in which there were too many high school girls and not enough showers.
5. In the kitchen sink of a small church on the Standing Rock reservation in which there was no other option because we’d used up the water in the leader’s RV.
6. In the mountains near Jackson Hole on a five-day horseback trip, using cold water from a small stream.
7. In lukecold “showers” in Nicaragua at La Phoenicia.
8. In about every KOA campground from here to Texas along U.S. Highway 281.
9. In my own apartment shower which, after nearly two years, at last has enough water pressure where I can now stop paying to have my hair cut in a way that thins it out because of an inability to get the soap out; I now worry that the shower head will fly off of the pipe and kill me.

I can handle a lot of things, but I hate having dirty hair.

It’s a real concern of mine.

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