The Vernal Equinox snuck past in the dark of the last new moon. I missed it. I hope I don't miss the bus when she leaves on the next tour. The present plan--to depart El Doardo, Tonopah about 6th April and return five weeks later (mid May 2004) is wanting for $ome $upport and a few companions to make it most fun. The Cat Drag'd Inn can accommodate several 8-13 year-old unschoolers and it would be nice to have another sort of adult along to help with the mentoring and the housekeeping. Whinging-TV-addict-couch-potatoes need not apply (Unless they promise to leave their GameBoys at home). Prospective travellers should know how to play Cat's Cradle, wash dishes, like beans and peanut butter (but not necessarily in the same sandwich) and they should know how to read aloud and follow a roadmap. Prospective $pon$or$ need not have any of the above qualifications.
So, gentle readers, here is your invitation: "Eccentric Outlaw available
to mentor Unschooler Travellers on a voyage of discovery and adventure.
If you are a small Human and would like to travel aboard The Cat Drag'd
Inn on this upcoming tour, or, if you are an adult--but not yet a grown-up--and
would like to travel with us or care to sponsor a student to travel in
your stead, write me. Write now.
Ian's 14th Birthday Suit Birthday Party. Floating Pizza in the Sunset Pool at El Dorado Hot Springs. The ice cream didn't fair quite so well.
|What's to be said about this? It was a cold night and the shower was dripping very slowly. Both of these pictures should have been in the previous letter but they are not entirely out of place here.|
So I transfered five of them to my windowbox. Maybe I will have tomatos
before my sister in New Hampster.
The sneakers I found in the lost somewhere somewhen ago have had two lifetimes; I've worn them out. Now it is back to my trusty old Limmers for walking around in the desert. And I am reminded of these words composed during the dark Antarctic night of my first Winter-Over:
LIMMERS ARE BOOTS
THAT ARE GETTING NO USE
My ass is wide from sitting flat upon the chair,
My lungs collapse from lack of cold clean mountain air,
Fingers worn unto the calloused bone typing
Words wheezed out through swollen bloodied lips.
My Limmers sit in corner by the door
Waxed ready for a walk or hike but
Tread uncut by cinders of Antarctic shore.
To the doctor I have been to see
If he has a serum that might cure this malady.
But, lo! a box of pens he gives to me,
Says take one of these each day and write
Until the ink runs out of sight
And if when all the pens are gone
You still are at no loss for words
Come back and I will give you one box more.
There is no cure for illness such as yours
For once the cap is off the muse is loose.
A kindly audience is now your quest;
A place with equal treatment for your worst
Whilst paying room and board for all your best. --ajo/mcm5jun88
|There are six golf-cart batteries in the house set for a total of something on the order of 800 ampere hours. That's a lot of lead weight--390 pounds--not very well distributed.|
We had a half an inch of rain in that same storm and some small hail. Noisy on the tin roof. Otherwise dry and warm between the thunderstorm cells and we had an Ice Cream Toss. Plenty of hot water and not much laundry.
Getting ready for the Spring Equinox. I found Ethan's
Suncharts again. At his page you can see the seasonal relationship
between the times of sunrise and sunset at diverse locations on the globe.
You can also construct a sunchart for your particular location.
This cache is a little far out but not all that hard to get to. I've been admonished that one is not supposed to log a cache more than once however I think that once a year ought to be Ok, especially if nobody else is visiting it. Continuing my walk east, over The Saddle, past the Bighorn Sheep Water Catchment. On the top of another nameless spur I found something else. Sheep spoor! Since the last rain! I'm going to have to come out here again one day and sit still long enough to catch a glimpse of these animals.
Fuel prices are up again. Well, everyone knows that. What I don't understand
is how there can be so much of it and still the price goes up. I mean,
back in the 1970's there was a Fuel Shortage. Long lines. I put two additional
tanks into the old yellow van and on one tour we would spend entire days
wandering from one gas queue to the next; a few gallons here, a few gallons
there, until the tanks were full, the laundry dry and the shopping done,
and then on the road for the next few days. But the prices stayed pretty
much down where they had been before the "shortage". At least as I remember
it. What am I missing in this picture? Were the prices then being controlled?
Is the shortage now being contrived?
Additionally, I have concerns about simply being legislated out of existence.
It is time for me to renew my NH driver license. Can you believe it has
been ten years since the last time? Perhaps now it is time I should seriously
consider "moving" to AZ. That is fraught with peril since Phoenix inspects
for emissions. The Cat Drag'd Inn is presently exempt but how much
will I have to change my own diet? The prospects are scary to say the least.
My easiest course of action is to renew with NH and think about it all
for another ten years. Perhaps then it won't make any difference.
Set up your station in this desert oasis: with or without shore power;
with or without clothes--experience the ultimate in "running barefoot".
Operate on solar power for the extra points; soak in the refreshing mineral
spring tubs between sessions on the air. Other details on request. Write
I do not know what I may appear to the world; but to
myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the seashore, and
diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier
shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered
before me. --Sir Isaac Newton
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