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Thursday, December 25, 2008 - Uvalde TX

Flying Low, Foscue Creek Park, Demopolis AL, December 1, 2008
Flying Low, Foscue Creek Park, Demopolis AL, December 1, 2008

Throttle position sensor report

I put on about 175 miles today and am happy to say the new throttle position sensor I installed yesterday cured the the stumbling and transmission problems I've been having. Even better, it smoothed out the transmission shifting which has always been just a bit rough. And as a bonus the cruise control works again. It never did work reliably and eventually it quit altogether. It hadn't occurred to me the throttle position sensor might influence all these things. My automotive experience predates the computer age and I really know very little about how these modern engines are controlled. Anyway, we have a happy camper here. I don't exchange gifts on Christmas but I'll accept this one.

Continuing my journey west

My plan is to follow US 90 west to Alpine TX over the next couple of days. I-10 and US 90 are the only practical choices one has to cross southern Texas and I prefer to stay off the Interstates when I can.

Travel route for the day

From San Marcos TX I went

To Bourne TX and then

To Uvalde TX

Get directions and a Google map

Night camp

Wal-Mart Parking Lot in Uvalde TX

Wal-Mart Supercenter in Uvalde TX

Wal-Mart Supercenter Store #782, 3100 East Main, Uvalde, TX 78801 - (830) 278-9117

It's No Use Arguing Tastes with a Cow

By what appears, furthermore, to be the compensating justice of Nature, the treasures of the earth are always hidden in the most unattractive, dismal, and dreary spots. At least all the mining places I ever visited are so located, and Bisbee is no exception. To get away from the cramped little village and its unsavoury restaurant, I established my first camp four miles south of it on a commodious and pleasant opening, where we could do our own cooking. But here a new annoyance, and rather a curious one, was met with. The cattle of the region evinced a peculiar predilection for our wearing apparel. Especially at night, the cows would come wandering in among our tents, like the party who goes about seeking what he may devour, and on getting hold of some such choice morsel as a sock, shirt, or blanket, Mrs. Bossie would chew and chew, “gradually,” to quote Mark Twain, “taking it in, all the while opening and closing her eyes in a kind of religious ecstasy, as if she had never tasted anything quite as good as an overcoat before in her life.” It is no use arguing about tastes, not even with a cow.

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