Saturday, April 24, 2010 - Hidden Valley RV Park, Tijeras NM
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Dawn, Hidden Valley RV Park, Tijeras NM, April 24, 2010
Bah! - I was out too early this morning and besides, I found myself disconcerted by the trees and came back with just a few pictures - all lousy. I haven't had to figure trees into my picture taking for a long time.
What a mess this website is
You've likely noticed I've been messing around with the design of this site the last few days. As my photography has come along I've been trying to think up ways to integrate more of it in this site and I was finally got the gumption to tackle what I knew would be a big project. Yea gads - I knew it would be a big undertaking to figure a way forward and I was right. Everywhere I look I find something I'm unhappy with and a technical issue to resolve. I think I have the bones in place now, finally - most of them at least - and can begin to flesh out the details and maybe, finally, begin to integrate more pictures into the pages.
Night camp
Site 68 - Hidden Valley RV Park, Tijeras NM
- This is an older, 100 site, dirt pad, full hookup, RV park on a wooded hillside. The sites are a little small and close together by today's standards but are quite serviceable, quiet and clean.
- Verizon cell phone and Broadband service are available here with a strong signal.
- Locate Hidden Valley RV Park on my Night Camps map
- Check the weather here
Rice Toss
After the dinner our hosts conducted us to the beach. Among the presents was a large supply rice for the fleet. It was put up in straw sacks or bales containing about 125 pounds each. By the pile stood a company of athletes or gymnasts chosen from the peasantry for their strength and size and trained for the service and entertainment of the court. At a signal from their leader, who was himself a giant of muscle and fat, a sort of human Jumbo, they began transporting the rice to the boats. It was more frolic than work. Some of thembore a bale on each hand above their heads, some would carry two laid crosswise on the shoulders and head, while others performed dextrous feats of tossing, catching, balancing them, or turning somersaults with them. I saw one nimble Titan fasten his talons in a sack, throw it down on the sand still keeping his hold, turn a somersault over it, throw it over him as he revolved, and come down sitting on the beach with the sack in his lap. Beat that who can. If you imagine it "as easy as preaching," try it the next time in a gymnasium. But let me advise you, first make your will.
The Logbook of the Captains Clerk, John J. Sewell, Lakeside Press, 1995 pg 256