Tuesday, February 12, 2008 - Pancho Villa State Park, Columbus NM
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Tularosa Basin and White Sands from the line cabin, Dog Canyon Trail, Oliver Lee Memorial State Park, Alamogordo, New Mexico, February 2, 2008
The view down canyon from the Dog Canyon line cabin
What a neat spot the builders of this little stone cabin chose; a spot perfectly situated to offer its residents a nice view from their front yard down through Dog Canyon to the white sands of the Tularosa Basin below. The trail coming up Dog Canyon drops down off the second bench just to the left of that big rock you see up there on the left, crosses the crick with its supply of fresh water and comes into this little copse from the left.
Sorry about the lousy picture. The lighting from the mid day sun wasn't kind to this neophyte photographer and his total reliance on the camera to take care of these little lighting details. I've got a bit to learn about this photography business.
Night camp
Site 29 - Pancho Villa State Park, Columbus NM
- Verizon cell phone service - good signal
- Verizon EVDO service - good signal
- Go to the Pancho Villa State Park website
- Locate Pancho Villa State Park on my Night Camps map
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Beware of Hypnotic Media
To live sanely in Los Angeles (or, I suppose, in any other large American city) you have to cultivate the art of staying awake. You must learn to resist (firmly but not tensely) the unceasing hypnotic suggestions of the radio, the billboards, the movies and the newspapers; those demon voices which are forever whispering in your ear what you should desire, what you should fear, what you should wear and eat and drink and enjoy, what you should think and do and be. They have planned a life for you — from the cradle to the grave and beyond — which it would be easy, fatally easy!, to accept. The least wandering of the attention, the least relaxation of your awareness, and already the eyelids begin to droop, the eyes grow vacant, the body starts to move in obedience to the hypnotist’s command. Wake up, wake up — before you sign that seven-year contract, buy that house you don’t really want, marry that girl you secretly despise. Don’t reach for the whiskey, that won’t help you. You’ve got to think, to discriminate, to exercise your own free will and judgment. And you must do this, I repeat, without tension, quite rationally and calmly. For if you give way to fury against the hypnotists, if you smash the radio and tear the newspapers to shreds, you will only rush to the other extreme and fossilize into defiant eccentricity.