Saturday, February 5, 2011 - Bosque Birdwatchers RV Park, San Antonio NM
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Recovering, San Antonio NM, February 5, 2011
The worst is over
I hope. I awoke this morning to a sunny day knowing I had to fill my water tank before nightfall. It's running on fumes. Then I discovered my efforts to conserve water these last few days meant I was not using enough to keep the sink drains from freezing. The pipe into the gray water tank froze. I got that thawed out just in time to learn the park's water supply is shut down due to a broken faucet. Billy was going to open a frostproof faucet for me; now he's got to do a little plumbing first. Uh - oh...
Storms over
The park faucet got fixed, I took on water, and all is good to go. Phew! we made through it with no significant damage to the rig or my psyche.
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.
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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