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
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.