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Thursday, January 1, 2009 - Guadalupe Mountains National Park, Salt Flat TX

Dawn at the Visitors Center, Guadalupe Mountains National Park, January 1, 2009
Dawn at the Visitors Center, Guadalupe Mountains National Park, January 1, 2009

An update on my transmission seal blow-out

There isn't much progress. Some quick Googling yesterday confirmed what I had come surmised earlier in reading forum posts about these Lazy Daze RVs - that the Ford E4OD transmission in this 1992 rig is a fairly early iteration of these transmissions and that they tend to be somewhat fragile and prone to overheating and blowing the front seal.

Then I came across a forum post from a guy who had an experience similar to mine and he learned that the seal will often reseat itself after the transmission cools down. He tried it and after 50 slow miles and a couple of quarts of fluid - it did. That got me thinking this might be worth a try if I can lay my hands on some transmission fluid. It was just quitting time at the Visitors Center when I found this post so I ran over and was able to enlist the poor staffer who had to come in to work today to bring me some fluid. Which he graciously did.

I replaced the quart that had leaked out, started the engine and ran it through the gears - with the brakes on, not moving - and the leak returned. And it's a big leak - there's no way the 6 quarts of fluid I have would take me the 60 miles to Carlsbad I need to go if the seal didn't heal on the road pretty quickly. Phooeey.....

It's time to take a hike

As long as I'm here I might as well enjoy the Park. So I took a hike up the Devil's Hall trail as far as the staircase, about 2 miles. I haven't been hiking much lately so that was more than enough for the day and a beautiful walk up through the canyon to a natural staircase swept clean by the stream flowing down through the canyon.

Question... if you get a whiff of tom cat back in there, what cat are you whiffing?

Night camp

Visitors Center parking lot - not the Pine Springs Campground - Guadalupe Mountains National Park, Salt Flat TX

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.

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