Tuesday, February 1, 2011 - Bosque Birdwatchers RV Park, San Antonio NM
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Diversion Canal, Bosque del Apache National Wildlife Refuge, San Antonio NM, January 24, 2011
Pay attention John
I blew it. I finished yesterday knowing we were in for a bit of a blow with some snow and wind and, by Wednesday morning, bitter cold, like below zero. So I went to bed planning to dump tanks, then go into Socorro for supplies today.
Right. It's in the low twenties this morning, the water spigots are frozen, my gray water dump valve is frozen. But Eureka! the crucial valve on the black water tank is not frozen. That tank was nearly full but is empty now! Phew!
More later - I gotta go.
[Later] The gray tank dump valve thawed and I was able to dump. No luck with the fresh water spigot though. I have a few days fresh water aboard but not too many. This could get interesting...
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
Beware of Hypnotic Media
To live sanely in Los Angeles (or, I suppose, in any other large American city) you have to cultivate the art of staying awake. You must learn to resist (firmly but not tensely) the unceasing hypnotic suggestions of the radio, the billboards, the movies and the newspapers; those demon voices which are forever whispering in your ear what you should desire, what you should fear, what you should wear and eat and drink and enjoy, what you should think and do and be. They have planned a life for you — from the cradle to the grave and beyond — which it would be easy, fatally easy!, to accept. The least wandering of the attention, the least relaxation of your awareness, and already the eyelids begin to droop, the eyes grow vacant, the body starts to move in obedience to the hypnotist’s command. Wake up, wake up — before you sign that seven-year contract, buy that house you don’t really want, marry that girl you secretly despise. Don’t reach for the whiskey, that won’t help you. You’ve got to think, to discriminate, to exercise your own free will and judgment. And you must do this, I repeat, without tension, quite rationally and calmly. For if you give way to fury against the hypnotists, if you smash the radio and tear the newspapers to shreds, you will only rush to the other extreme and fossilize into defiant eccentricity.