Saturday, January 31, 2009 - Leasburg Dam State Park, Radium Springs NM
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Rio Grande bridge on an overcast morning, Leasburg Dam State Park, Radium Springs NM, January 23, 2009
Or maybe I'll break camp and go into town to the Las Cruces Farmers' and Crafts Market at the Downtown Mall.
One of the biggest year round attractions in the area is the Las Cruces Farmers' and Crafts Market. Located on the Las Cruces Downtown Mall on Wednesday and Saturday mornings, the market offers arts, crafts and other original merchandise from Doña Ana County, and food and produce from a three county area. Established in 1971 by produce growers, the market now affords locals and visitors the opportunity to shop for unique goods and services as well as fresh from the farm herbs, produce and eggs in an outdoor setting. Fresh bread and baked goods for sale are an added treat for all, and roving entertainers round out this community happening. Residents and visitors alike appreciate the local flavor and the talents of the market vendors.
Night camp
Site 11 - Leasburg Dam State Park, Radium Springs NM
- Verizon cell phone service - good signal
- Verizon EVDO service - good signal
- Go to Leasburg Dam State Park website
- Locate Leasburg Dam State Park on my Night Camps map
- Check the weather here
It was the Crickets
Now then: it isn't so much that one way of dying beats another, though that certainly is the case, but rather that when you KNOW the jig could be up any second or any decade -- it's the awareness that's important -- that just might make a difference. I'm like everybody else, I have these moments and then forget, lapsing back into "immortality." But there was a thing that happened in my back yard maybe 18 months before we split from Maryland that hit me as hard as seeing their president drop dead on stage must have hit those graduating seniors.
It was the crickets. I'd gone outside one warm fall evening to shut the garage door and suddenly realized I couldn't hear the crickets! No wait, I could, but only if I turned my head a certain way. Oh God, oh no: I had almost no high-frequency hearing in my right ear, or was it my left? That doesn't matter. The point is, a part of me had shut down permanently. No, it hadn't happened suddenly, but I had finally noticed, and that was hard to take. I'd never again hear crickets like I once had. Never! I walked back to the house in tears. All right, I'm sensitive. But I understood at once what all this meant.