Monday, January 7, 2008 - Gum Springs Campground, Winnfield LA
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"...Does everyone remember the berries we tested last week on the big brown dog? How many ate the berries simply because the dog didn't die that day? Quite a few. Well, I got bad news. The dog died last night. Apparently it was a slow actin' poison. Yes, Laszlo? You didn't eat the berries? But this mornin' you ate the dog. Well, Laszlo, ya got about a week. Food chain! How many times do I gotta tell you people? Food chain! By the way, anyone who's gettin' into that new cannibalisn crap - I won't mention any names - I'd strongly suggest not eatin' Laszlo..."
George Carlin, Brain Droppings
A good scrubbing with the rag followed by a good wipe with a microfiber towel got the road grime off. For the first time since I've owned LD she got washed all the way up to the roof. I wrapped the rag around an extendable wand brush thingy I bought to use with a garden hose and got the apple tree grunge off that had been washing down off the roof in ugly gobs. LD looks much much better now thank you.
Night camp
Gum Springs Campground - Winnfield LA
- This is a primitive campground with no water or electric hookups at the sites and no dump station.
- Verizon cell phone and Broadband service are available here but I don't remember how strong the signal is.
- Get Kisatchie National Forest camping info
- Find other references to Gum Springs
- List the nights I've camped here
- Check the weather
- Get a Kisatchie National Forest map
- Get a Google map
Life is Strange
Life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent. We would not dare to conceive the things which are really mere commonplaces of existence. If we could fly out of that window hand in hand, hover over this great city, gently remove the roofs, and peep in at the queer things which are going on, the strange coincidences, the plannings, the cross-purposes, the wonderful chains of events, working through generations, and leading to the most outre results, it would make all fiction with its conventionalities and foreseen conclusion most stale and unprofitable.
A Case of Identity, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle