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
Life is to be Lived, Not Controlled
No indeed, the world is just as concrete, ornery, vile and sublimely wonderful as before, only now I better understand my relation to it and it to me. I lived a public life and attempted to function under the assumption that the world was solid and all the relationships therein. Now I know men are different and that all life is divided and that only in division is there true health. Hence again I have stayed in my hole, because up above there's an increasing passion to make men conform to a pattern.
.... Whence all this passion toward conformity anyway? - diversity is the word. Let man keep his many parts and you'll have no tyrant states. Why, if they follow this conformity business they'll end up by forcing me, an invisible man, to become white, which is not a color but the lack of one. Must I strive toward colorlessness? But seriously, and without snobbery, think of what the world would lose if that were to happen. .....Life is to be lived, not controlled; and humanity is won by continuing to play in the face of certain defeat.