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Tuesday, December 1, 2009 - Brantley Lake State Park, Carlsbad NM

Snow at dawn, Brantley Lake State Park, Carlsbad NM, December 1, 2009
Snow at dawn, Brantley Lake State Park, Carlsbad NM, December 1, 2009

Yesterday I got nicely settled in here at Brantley Lake State Park, hooked up to electricity for the first time since I left NM last spring and what do I awaken to? Snow. More snow than I've seen in years. Well, a couple of years anyway. Pretty isn't it? I guess I'd better give the guys at Forrest TIre a break and delay our planned session with my right front tire a day or two.

The power just went out (9:30ish).

Experience with this old rig has taught me to be wary of getting caught with my infrastructure out of tune. Running short of drinking water or waste storage can turn an inconvenient breakdown into a big deal and I try to be ready to ride out a break down without having to abandon ship and move to a motel. So yesterday before I came out to the park I grocery shopped, then dumped my waste tanks on the way in and took on a fresh water supply soon after setting up. Too bad I didn't bother filling up on propane and gasoline. After all I have hookups and electric heat - I don't need no steenkin' generator or propane heat.....

[updated 10:30ish] The electricity is on.

In the it's-a-small-world department

Dr. Roberto Fierro was abducted last week. How do I know this? I was out for an early morning walk about the park and met up with a few fellow park residents to chew over the weather a bit. Brigid mentioned she had read or seen on the news (I forget which) that her dentist was kidnapped out of his office in Palomas, Mexico last week. That got the attention of the park host. Four strangers meet and two use the same dentist. Small world.

Night camp

Site 37 - Brantley Lake State Park, Carlsbad NM


It would be possible, of course, to feel contempt for people entirely oblivious of the power structure within which they had their own security. But what do people in general know about how their privileges relate to their fellow citizens' lack of privileges? Is it possible, even, to live with an exact knowledge of where you yourself stand in the network of human exploitation?

Almost There: The Onward Journey of a Dublin Woman, Nuala O'Faolain