Saturday, December 19, 2009 - Bosque Bird Watcher's RV Park, San Antonio NM
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Dawn at Fort Stanton Cave, December 19, 2009
{Shiver me timbers!} I stepped out at dawn to toss my trash and just as I reached the cans a nearby pack of coyotes set up a howling racket, touching off a lengthy conversation with their neighbors. That sent a shiver down my spine I'll tell ya! At least it wasn't one of those big kitties so common out here sneaking up on me....
I'm headed for Ghost Ranch
Friends Kate & Terry are camp hosting at Ghost Ranch. Kate has been bugging me to come up for a visit and she finally convinced me to do it before they leave for the winter. It's getting colder up there than I really bargained for in coming to New Mexico for the winter but it may be quite a while before I get another chance to visit and tour the Ranch with "insiders." I'm going to go for it - then head off to Henderson NV between the holidays to warm up with cousins Ken & Connie as planned.
As long as I'm here, before I head north I'm going to spend Sunday having a look around the Bosque del Apache National Wildlife Refuge. It would be silly to be so near and not take a gander at the cranes if they are around.
Night camp
Bosque Bird Watcher's RV Park, San Antonio NM
- This is a basic, small Mom & Pop RV Park with full hookups.
- Verizon cell phone and Broadband service are available here with a strong signal.
- Locate Bosque Bird Watcher's RV Park on my Night Camps map
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- Check the weather in San Antonio NM
Life is to be Lived, Not Controlled
No indeed, the world is just as concrete, ornery, vile and sublimely wonderful as before, only now I better understand my relation to it and it to me. I lived a public life and attempted to function under the assumption that the world was solid and all the relationships therein. Now I know men are different and that all life is divided and that only in division is there true health. Hence again I have stayed in my hole, because up above there's an increasing passion to make men conform to a pattern.
.... Whence all this passion toward conformity anyway? - diversity is the word. Let man keep his many parts and you'll have no tyrant states. Why, if they follow this conformity business they'll end up by forcing me, an invisible man, to become white, which is not a color but the lack of one. Must I strive toward colorlessness? But seriously, and without snobbery, think of what the world would lose if that were to happen. .....Life is to be lived, not controlled; and humanity is won by continuing to play in the face of certain defeat.