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Friday, December 21, 2007 - Foscue Creek Park, Demopolis AL

Site 51 overlooking the river, Foscue Creek Park, Demopolis AL, December 21, 2007
Site 51, overlooking the river, Foscue Creek Park, Demopolis AL, December 21, 2007

Let's get this winter solstice behind us

It's about 6:00 am here at Site 42 as I write this and I've been listening to the great blue herons honking in the dark for hours now. It would be nice if they had a little more light than the few street lights here at the park to see by.

What's in season?

Hunting season for some bird or animal requiring cannons must have opened here in Demopolis AL today. The dawn burst forth with considerable gunfire across the river from the campsite. Big guns. Shotguns I might think.

Site 51 is right on the river

My morning walk got me thinking as I walked out to the river it might be fun to rent Site 51 for a few days and sit here with my arse hanging out over the river barge spotting. LD's arse that is, with mine securely planted within on the sofa whilst I gaze out the big picture windows in the rear of this old 1992 Lazy Daze 26-1/2 MB (mid bath that is). That might be a hoot. I see from the hang tag on the post that Site 51 is reserved from today through the 28th so I might look into reserving it from the 28th through January 2, 2008 or so. Later: no go - site 51 is reserved right on through January 31, 2008 with the exception of a couple of days mid month. It looks like things will be picking up around after Christmas. Maybe it's time to move on.

Night camp

Site 42 - Foscue Creek Campground, Demopolis AL

Over Fifty

Some of this has been painful for me, but it's all been wildly instructive. And it convinced me that nearly every person over fifty should try to find a time to sit down and engage in the same exercise, even if you never intend to publish anything. You need to think about what really meant something to you. Who did you really love. Who really made you what you are. What the seminal events did. And also it's an incredible discipline. Because I found it shocking to me what I remember and what I don't. It's shocking to me what I can remember factually and how hard it is for me to be absolutely sure about how I felt at the time. You know, how did I feel when I was 16? I don't really know.

Bill Clinton, on writing his memoir, in an interview with James Fallows, the Atlantic Monthly

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