Friday, December 12, 2008 - Twiltley Branch Campground, Collinsville MS
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Questionable seal at the new vent, Dec 12, 2008, Twiltley Branch Campground, Collinsville MS
A Tale of Two Leaks
The hard rain we had here Tuesday night and Wednesday and the ensuing leaks in My Lazy Daze sure got me motivated to get to the bottom of the problem I've been having locating the source of the leaks. It even got to the point where I set up a web page in my Lazy Daze group I call A Tale of Two Leaks to document my tale of woe.
Let's hope this fixes it.
Night camp
Site 39 - Twiltley Branch Campground, Collinsville MS
- This is a quiet, well maintained COE campground with level gravel sites, reservoir views, electric & water
- There is good biking on the park roads
- Most sites are wooded so solar gain is limited for those with solar panels
- Good Verizon cell phone service - Access is via Extended Network, roaming
- No Verizon EVDO service - access is via the Extended Network and service varies from slow to barely useable
- Find other references to Twiltley Branch
- List the nights I've camped here
- Check the weather
- Reserve a site
- Get a map
Writing From the Inside Out
A young writer, if he is unknown, can be at a party and watch what everyone is doing. If he has a marveluos ear for dialog, he can wake up the next morning and remember all that was said and how it was said. He is a bird on a branch. Sees like a bird and writes books that are extraordinarily well observed. But once he is successful, especially if that happens quickly, it's as if the bird were now an emu. It cannot fly. It grows haunches and foreshoulders and a mane: lo and behold, it is a lion. And everyone is looking at the lion, including the birds. But it is a lion with the heart of a bird and the mind of a bird. So there is a terrible period when the transmogrified emu is trying to live like a lion and has little talent for it. Then the beast begins to experiment. When it runs, it now sees other animals scamper. It takes a while - often years - for the writer to get to appreaciate his effect on others, and even longer to begin to understand human beings again. In the old days, he could write about friends, enemies, and strangers by intuition, by induction; now he puts it together by deduction. Of course, he does have more material on which to work his deductions.