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Thursday, January 17, 2008 - Bottomless Lakes State Park, Roswell NM

Dawn at McDonald Observatory, from the trail above Davis Mountains State Park, Fort Davis, Texas, January 13, 2008
Dawn at McDonald Observatory, from the trail above Davis Mountains State Park, Fort Davis, Texas, January 13, 2008

Baby it's cold outside

At least it warms up fast in this southern sun. By nine am the sun is beating in through my big windows strong enough I can turn the heat off. It may be chilly outside in the shade but in the sun it feels nice and warm and toasty.

I can see I'm going to need to make some home improvements if I'm to be comfortable in these wintry conditions. Or bite the budget bullet and move to Arizona for a month or so.

Arrrgggg what a slow connection

To the internet that is. Too slow in fact to load big websites like West Marine and Apple. Or even Google Adsense to check on my ad revenues. For some reason these sites won't load on a slow connection. But least the connection is sort of useable. Unlike the constant drop-outs I had at Brantley Lake State Park. I can do some basic maintenance here at coxontool.com.

Now I've done it

In my haste to reorganize my backup drive to free up some space on the iBook hard drive I went and erased the wrong partition - wiping out my older photo archives. All of them. I don't keep them on the Mac iBook anymore - they take up precious space I need for new stuff. I think I backed them all up on an older drive I have back home. I sure hope so. If not they are gone for good. Be careful out there boys and girls - it's easy to push the wrong button.

That new Apple Time Capsule is looking mighty good at the moment. So is the new laptop for that matter. Drool.

Today's journey: None, I stayed put.

Night camp

Bottomless Lakes State Park, Roswell NM

Rice Toss

After the dinner our hosts conducted us to the beach. Among the presents was a large supply rice for the fleet. It was put up in straw sacks or bales containing about 125 pounds each. By the pile stood a company of athletes or gymnasts chosen from the peasantry for their strength and size and trained for the service and entertainment of the court. At a signal from their leader, who was himself a giant of muscle and fat, a sort of human Jumbo, they began transporting the rice to the boats. It was more frolic than work. Some of thembore a bale on each hand above their heads, some would carry two laid crosswise on the shoulders and head, while others performed dextrous feats of tossing, catching, balancing them, or turning somersaults with them. I saw one nimble Titan fasten his talons in a sack, throw it down on the sand still keeping his hold, turn a somersault over it, throw it over him as he revolved, and come down sitting on the beach with the sack in his lap. Beat that who can. If you imagine it "as easy as preaching," try it the next time in a gymnasium. But let me advise you, first make your will.

The Logbook of the Captains Clerk, John J. Sewell, Lakeside Press, 1995 pg 256

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