Saturday, November 28, 2009 - Chickasha OK
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Hey Wally, what's with the windmill?, Rogers AR, November 28, 2009
Someday I'm going to have a travel day with no issues to think about. Really.
Another observation on tires and tire pressure
Today I ran west on I-40 toward Oklahoma City for a few miles. This section of I-40 is a horribly rough concrete road and now that my teeth are quite sufficiently loose in my jaw I think I'll try 75psi for a while. I like the stability I get at 80psi but my teeth hurt. Maybe 75psi will soften up the harshness a tad without sacrificing too much of the great stability I discussed here yesterday.
Once I got beyond the rough concrete section I had a chance to run about 70mph for the first time with the new tires and dang, wouldn't you know the old tire wheel hop is still there. I must be missing something. I've had a lot of front end work done in the past year and to think I still have an issue up there makes me twitch. Sheesh - will this nonsense never end?
Night camp
Wal-Mart Supercenter in Chickasha OK
Wal-Mart Supercenter Store #113, 2001 So. 1st St., Chickasha, OK 73018 - (405) 224-1867
- Good level parking
- Verizon cell phone service- Extended Network
- Verizon EVDO Broadband service - via Extended Network, signal varies
- Locate this Walmart on my Night Camps map
- Find other Wal-Marts in the area
- Check the weather here
Listening
As the poet Gary Snyder said so well, "Beyond all this studying and managing and calculating, there's another level to nature. You can go about learning the names of things and doing inventories of trees, bushes, and flowers. But nature often just flits by and is not easily seen in a hard, clear light. Our actual experience of many birds and wildlife is chancy and quick. Wildlife is known as a call, a cough in the dark, a shadow in the shrubs. You can watch a cougar on a wildlife video for hours, but the real cougar shows herself only once or twice in a lifetime. One must be tuned to hints and nuances." After more than thirty years of living in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada and spending a great deal of that time out-of-doors, Snyder has seen the mountain lion on just a few occasions. One of these sightings was most unusual. Gary had been visiting a neighbor and was walking down from the nearby ridge to his home when he observed a cougar sitting near one of the windows of the house. The animal appeared to be listening intently as one of Snyder's stepdaughters practiced the piano.