Friday, December 2, 2011 - LoW-HI RV Ranch, Deming NM
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White-crowned Sparrow, San Antonio NM, April 11, 2010
No hookups
It's cold enough this weekend that I need to run a couple electric heaters at night to be comfortable. The reserved sites with electric hookups are reserved for the next couple of nights and the unreserved sites are occupied here at Leasburg Dam State Park so off I go again, this time to Deming where there are three State Parks and several private RV parks to choose from. I chose the Low-HI RV Ranch where I stayed a while last December. There is a major cold snap rolling in with lows forecast in the mid teens and I really wanted to be sure I nabbed a site with electric hookups before it hits. Done. Let 'er rip.
Sheesh, what is it this time?
Before pulling out of Leasburg Dam State Park this morning I checked the oil. That done I closed the hood. It didn't latch. Closed again. It didn't latch. Slammed it. It didn't latch. Huh? Turns out the cross bar in the hood that the latch grabs has gone missing. Really. Can you buy those? How does it attach? Sheesh.
Night camp
Site 8 - LoW-HI RV Ranch, Deming NM
- This is a spacious 65 site campground with most sites offering full hookups.
- Locate LoW-HI RV Ranch on my Night Camps map
- Verizon cell phone - strong signal
- Verizon Broadband - strong signal but often slow
- Check the weather in Deming NM
Sincerity Itself is Bullshit
As conscious beings, we exist only in response to other things, and we cannot know ourselves at all without knowing them. Moreover, there is nothing in theory, and certainly nothing in experience, to support the extraordinary judgement that it is the truth about himself that is the easiest for a person to know. Facts about ourselves are not peculiarly solid and resistant to skeptical dissolution. Our natures are, indeed, elusively insubstantial - notoriously less stable and less inherent than the natures of other things. And insofar as this is the case, sincerity itself is bullshit.
On Bullshit, Harry G. Frankfurt, pg 66