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Pilings, , Demopolis Lake AL, December 12, 2007
Slowly, slowly moving southward
I'm trying to keep a balance between quickly pushing south and taking my time to keep my expenses under control. It would be really easy to spend a hundred dollars a day or more on fuel alone. I can either drive long days and make camp later for long periods or do as I am doing now, and travel fewer miles per day. At this point I don't have enough experience to know which might prove the best approach. My traveling style in the past has involved long, hard days, covering lots of miles. Those trips were generally 4 to 6 weeks long and if I wanted to spend any time at all in the southwest I had to get a move on. This trip is a first for me. I have 6 months to cover the 7,000 or so miles I've budgeted for this trip. If I put half those miles on in the first month I'll be sitting somewhere for 4 months with no miles in the budget to even go into town for groceries. That would certainly lead my getting to too restless for my budget. We'll just have to see how this all plays out, but I have a fear of putting too many miles on and, at the high price of fuel, completely destroying my budget. Then again, isn't the whole idea of this adventure to slow down and smell the roses, as it were?
Night camp
Wal-Mart Supercenter in Clarksburg WV
Wal-Mart Supercenter Store #1544, 550 Emily Dr, Clarksburg, WV 26301 - (304) 622-1954
- Good level parking
- Verizon cell phone service- good signal
- Verizon EVDO Broadband service - none but 1x dialup speed is reasonable
- Locate this Walmart on my Night Camps map
- Find other Wal-Marts in the area
- Check the weather here
It was the Crickets
Now then: it isn't so much that one way of dying beats another, though that certainly is the case, but rather that when you KNOW the jig could be up any second or any decade -- it's the awareness that's important -- that just might make a difference. I'm like everybody else, I have these moments and then forget, lapsing back into "immortality." But there was a thing that happened in my back yard maybe 18 months before we split from Maryland that hit me as hard as seeing their president drop dead on stage must have hit those graduating seniors.
It was the crickets. I'd gone outside one warm fall evening to shut the garage door and suddenly realized I couldn't hear the crickets! No wait, I could, but only if I turned my head a certain way. Oh God, oh no: I had almost no high-frequency hearing in my right ear, or was it my left? That doesn't matter. The point is, a part of me had shut down permanently. No, it hadn't happened suddenly, but I had finally noticed, and that was hard to take. I'd never again hear crickets like I once had. Never! I walked back to the house in tears. All right, I'm sensitive. But I understood at once what all this meant.