Thursday, February 3, 2011 - Bosque Birdwatchers RV Park, San Antonio NM
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Ghost Ranch Camp, Abiquiu NM, December 24, 2009
Record cold
New record lows were set across a large swath of the west central States yesterday and last night and last night set a new record low temperature for my time living with this old Lazy Daze, exceeding even the ten below we survived at Ghost Ranch back on December 26, 2009. I stuck my head out the door about 4:30AM, pointed my infared thermometer and shot a temp down on the step. Sixteen below zero!
Record update:
Twenty below at 6:30AM! Jan, a guy I first met down at Leasburg Dam State Park, Radium Springs NM a couple of years ago, lives in his old Honda CRX sports car, has for years now, says the temp drops noticeably just before dawn out here. Yup, I notice that too, now that he mentioned it.
Night camp
Site 10 - 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
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