Saturday, January 15, 2011 - Percha Dam State Park, Arrey NM
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Rio Grande River, Percha Dam State Park, Arrey NM, March 26, 2009
Never a duh! moment
Back on January 9th I started a project to update the bones of this website. There were lots of things bugging me, the big one being poor navigation. Stuff accumulates and there are now about 1,500 pages here on lots of unrelated topics. It's a mess. I've tried several navigation schemes over the years and none of them pleased me. Determined to do something about it I set out to tune up some underlying structural issues while thinking about the navigation mess.
In the process I bumped up against the HTML <strong> tag which hadn't been working for a long time and I wanted it back. It is widely used around this site but you would never know it. I made a few half hearted attempts to figure out what went awry in the past but now I wanted it fixed, dammit. I'm a self taught tinker in this HTML and CSS world and I assumed I had tinkered with something in the CSS files that was suppressing it but I couldn't figure out what I might have done.
By yesterday I had had enough. I was going to fix this thing once and for all and I spent most of the day trying.
I went to bed last night no closer to an answer than when I started. Frustrated, I was. This morning I went at it again, this time in a very systematic way and finally isolated the problem in a CSS file. For some reason way back in the dim past in some experiment I had added "font-weight: lighter;" to the body element and then forgot to take it back out. Well DUH!
Night camp
Site 23 - Percha Dam State Park, Arrey NM
- Verizon cell phone service - good signal
- Verizon EVDO service - good signal
- Go to the Percha Dam State Park website
- Locate Percha Dam State Park on my Night Camps map
- Check the weather in Arrey NM
It's No Use Arguing Tastes with a Cow
By what appears, furthermore, to be the compensating justice of Nature, the treasures of the earth are always hidden in the most unattractive, dismal, and dreary spots. At least all the mining places I ever visited are so located, and Bisbee is no exception. To get away from the cramped little village and its unsavoury restaurant, I established my first camp four miles south of it on a commodious and pleasant opening, where we could do our own cooking. But here a new annoyance, and rather a curious one, was met with. The cattle of the region evinced a peculiar predilection for our wearing apparel. Especially at night, the cows would come wandering in among our tents, like the party who goes about seeking what he may devour, and on getting hold of some such choice morsel as a sock, shirt, or blanket, Mrs. Bossie would chew and chew, “gradually,” to quote Mark Twain, “taking it in, all the while opening and closing her eyes in a kind of religious ecstasy, as if she had never tasted anything quite as good as an overcoat before in her life.” It is no use arguing about tastes, not even with a cow.