Saturday, November 21, 2009 - Chambersburg PA
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My study, November 21, 2009
I woke up this morning gung-ho ready to put some miles on... only to run out of steam a hundred miles down the road when I stopped at a rest area for a break. What the..? That break lasted for hours and I only made it down I-81 as far as Chambersburg PA. Winter's weather is not pushing me - November quite mild here in the east this year - so what's the hurry (says one who couldn't wait to get on the road)?
Adding a studio workshop to this fulltiming rig
A goal this summer was to add a studio workshop to this fulltiming setup. I've been chewing this bone a long time and I finally cracked it. Tools are heavy and LD is built on a relatively light duty chassis leaving me few options. A box trailer with a shop built in seemed like a reasonable approach but dealing with a trailer all the time would be a drag. It's certainly doable but I'd rather not be bothered.
There's gotta be a way.
And there is. Given that only so much weight can be carried in this rig it comes down to priorities. Toss a pound of whatever - add a pound of hammers. Toss what is not important to me - add what is. Aha! It's so simple.
So I did just that.
Night camp
Wal-Mart Supercenter in Chambersburg PA
Wal-Mart Supercenter Store #1850, 1730 Lincon Way E, Chambersburg, PA 17201 - (717) 264-2300
- Good level parking
- Verizon cell phone service- Very good signal
- Verizon EVDO Broadband service - Very good signal
- Locate this Walmart on my Night Camps map
- Find other Wal-Marts in the area
- Check the weather here
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.