This doesn’t look bad, but it doesn’t look great, either. In my experience the problem with the Hesco as an interior wall is that it transmits dust. This R-house technique (see the cited website for more pictures) looks like it has the roof sealed somehow to the top of the walls.
I can’t tell from the pictures how this is a big improvement over a tent. There’s more insulation, but it’s easier to aircondition or heat a tent. For flood control it’s more economical to build a big wall around multiple tents.
It’s not a doozy of a dust storm today, just a little one, the kind of atmospheric event that makes folks wearing facemasks look kind of foolish. The wind was coming from the south in the morning but over lunch switched to the north. Boreas, my an… Continue reading →
Since I moved to the tent, I’ve been enjoying the latest in luxury accouterments: a bidet.
Actually, my choice of bidets, since every one of the seven toilets in
each of the two toilet-trailers has one installed and working. The
tincans I used to live in had one bidet installed in one trailer, and
that one was disabled shortly after I had discovered it.
Note for self: next time someone suggests spending a couple months
down in a secret city somewhere, make sure the bidet is installed and
working before agreeing.
Here’s the device in action (not in full glory, mind you, just action).
This is the end of the tent I’m living in now that I’m back in Secret City. The tent is some kind of synthetic inside and foam has been sprayed on the outside either for insulation or for this cool biomorphic, secret-headquarters effect.
I like those rays of dust that emanate from the sun in the first picture. Best thing about the sunsets down here is that they are so complicated, with all kinds of different colors and cloud formations. The second picture I took about 10 minutes after the first.
This one has smaller tents but still nice sunsets, plus an unexpected lightning storm today. I spent the night at the airport pretty much, yo-yoing back and forth between my tent and the lounge (a five-minute walk), hoping to find a spare seat on a flight back to my original Secret City.
Finally after having lain down at eleven, then gotten up at 1:21 am., back to bed at 3:30 am, and back up at 5:09 am, at nine the madness ceased; they put the flight schedule out for today and thankfully (!?) there were no flights out, so I could go back to bed and sleep to noon. I had it all made up nice, with a blanket over the mattress and my sleeping bag nicely laid out on top. It was perfect for the lightning storm; nothing better than lying lazily in bed at 11:45, thinking about going to lunch, and listening to thunderclaps outside.