Tuesday, January 15, 2008 - Brantley Lake State Park, Carlsbad NM
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Time Capsule. Slick. I want one.
But it won't solve my problem; a full hard drive on my trusty old Mac iBook. Darn. At Macworld Expo 2008 Steve Jobs introduced Apple's new Time Capsule automatic backup system which combines a large hard drive with a WiFi base station. Slick. This and OS X Leopard's new Time Machine feature makes backups automatic and effortless. Just what I need - effortless. I know, it's not a lot of effort to get out the portable drive and plug it in, but do I do it often enough? No. Time Machine has made it so much simpler to back up that I'm better at it but still not diligent enough. Gotta work on that diligence thing. But I want a Time Capsule. And a slick MacBook Air would be nice too. Dream on John....
Night camp
Brantley Lake State Park, Carlsbad NM
- Verizon cell phone service - Access is via Extended Network, roaming
- No Verizon EVDO service - access is via the Extended Network and service varies with many drop-outs.
- See a list of the nights I've camped at Brantley Lake State Park
- Locate Brantley Lake State Park on my Night Camps map
- Go to Brantley Lake State Park website
- Locate services on my Resources map
- Check the weather here
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.