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(Day 495 TG) 52°F. 8:00 am, cloudy
Overnighting in a parking lot
Sleep late this morning after the late night, then rise, dress, and walk in to the w-mart for coffee, com and computer. I prepare for the meeting today and at nine, I pack out to the jammer, change into my meeting clothes and drive to the hall for the weekend meeting and a study about how Jehovah requires exclusive devotion.
After the meeting, I get into the jammer, put in the coordinates for
Falcon State Park and drive the two hours it takes to get there. I arrive in the mid afternoon, check in for the night and ask for site number 69 telling the ranger, that is how old I am. I then drive to the shower house and get into the very hot water just soaking for a long time. Next, I drive to the campsite, set up and begin cleaning up the jammer while supper cooks on my
Cook Potcamp stove. When I finish cooking, I put the cook pot inside the jammer on the floor in the back, close up all the doors and walk three campsites north of me to say hello to a fellow camper. His name is Donald, he is from Kansas and has been on the road for a couple of months camping in a tent, visiting parks and taking photos.
(Day 216 TG) 63°F. 7:00 am, fog
Awake, dress, drive to the w-mart for coffee, com and a short period of pounding keys to await for the sun to rise for my upcoming drive to the Langford hot springs.
When I leave Lantry, I continue west on US 90 through the long desert stretch and then stop in Marathon, Texas where I gas up, and buy some vegetables at the French market. After that, I turn south on US 385 and drive another desert stretch, I arrive in the park but it is already after five pm and both the entrance both and visitors center are closed so I can not stop for a bumper sticker. So, instead, I drive up to the
Chisos Basin and park in the lodge parking lot.
I get out my camera and get ready for the sunset, but I notice a peculiar bird about six inches that is flitting around the parking area so I begin taking photos of the bird and trying to id it in my book. It is not until later when I go into a visitors center that a volunteer tells me right away that it is a Vermilion Flycatcher.
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