Wednesday, December 8, 2010 - Leasburg Dam State Park, Radium Springs NM
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Dog Canyon Trail, Oliver Lee Memorial State Park, Alamogordo NM, December 5, 2010
Implications of a short day and a low winter sun
There are implications of a short day and a low winter sun in a boondocker's world. By noon yesterday it was clear the solar panels were not going to recharge my depleted batteries without some help. so I shut down every electrical drain I could find and ran the generator for a couple of hours. That helped but I was still no where near having full batteries by nightfall. No computer and internet for me tonight. How do you spell "withdrawal" anyway? I may be needing that word.
[Update] This was the last post made in real time between now and my Thursday, December 23, 2010 - Leasburg Dam State Park, Radium Springs NM post. Managing power consumption to enable enough laptop and internet access time to post as well as do other necessary computing proved too much of a hassle to bother with. Now that I'm settled into LoW-HI RV Ranch, Deming NM with electric hookups I'll try to get back here and fill in the missing posts.
Night camp
Site 9 - Leasburg Dam State Park, Radium Springs NM
- Verizon cell phone service - good signal
- Verizon EVDO service - good signal
- Go to Leasburg Dam State Park website
- Locate Leasburg Dam State Park on my Night Camps map
- Check the weather here
They do not Intrude on Each Other
The San Francisco Mountain lies in northern Arizona, above Flagstaff, and its blue slopes and snowy summit entice the eye for a hundred miles across the desert. About its base lie the pine forests of the Navajos, where the great red-trunked trees live out their peaceful centuries in that sparkling air. The pinons and scrub begin only where the forest ends, where the country breaks into open, stony clearings and the surface of the earth cracks into deep canyons. The great pines stand at a considerable distance from each other. Each tree grows alone, murmurs alone, thinks alone. They do not intrude on each other. ...
The Song of the Lark, Willa Cather, p265, Houghton Mifflin Co paperback edition 1987