Friday, May 7, 2010 - Crossroads RV Park, Lyndon KS
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Walking Trail, Crossroads RV Park, Lyndon KS, May 6, 2010
I'm taking a break
I'm going to stay here the weekend and see if I can't get caught up on some website maintenance I've been having a hard time finding a big enough block of time so I can concentrate on it. This is a nice quiet park with a mile or so of hiking trail and should work just fine for the purpose.
Besides, I need to slow down a little - I'm way ahead of schedule on my trek east. Sometimes my planned stopping points don't work out. The park or Walmart I have figured for a night camp sometimes has the wrong vibe and I keep moving.
Passport America
I joined the Passport America discount camping program and have been staying at some of their member parks. This is one of them, probably the best I've found so far. My standards are pretty modest but I've come across a couple of older parks that gave me the willies. Passport America has some screening to catch up on.
Night camp
Site 28 - Crossroads RV Park & Campground, Lyndon KS
- Crossroads RV Park & Campground is a new 42 site park on US-75 about 2 miles north of Lyndon KS. It's nicely shaded and surrounded by farmland with a mile or so of hiking trails.
- Verizon cell phone and Broadband service are available here with a strong signal.
- Locate Crossroads RV Park & Campground on my Night Camps map
- Check the weather here
When Hope Dies
When you give up on hope, something even better happens than it not killing you, which is that in some sense it does kill you. You die. And there's a wonderful thing about being dead, which is that they—those in power—cannot really touch you anymore. Not through promises, not through threats, not through violence itself. Once you're dead in this way, you can still sing, you can still dance, you can still make love, you can still fight like hell—you can still live because you are still alive, more alive in fact than ever before. You come to realize that when hope died, the you who died with the hope was not you, but was the you who depended on those who exploit you, the you who believed that those who exploit you will somehow stop on their own, the you who believed in the mythologies propagated by those who exploit you in order to facilitate that exploitation. The socially constructed you died. The civilized you died. The manufactured, fabricated, stamped, molded you died. The victim died.
And who is left when that you dies? You are left. Animal you. Naked you. Vulnerable (and invulnerable) you. Mortal you. Survivor you. The you who thinks not what the culture taught you to think but what you think. The you who feels not what the culture taught you to feel but what you feel. The you who is not who the culture taught you to be but who you are. The you who can say yes, the you who can say no.