MISC. ZANY & COOL SHIT

Claiborne (Foghorn Leghorn) St. Pk., Homer, La., way the hell back in the woods. Earlier, running on vapor, I skid up to a single pump at a 2-bit store & pay for $10 worth of what's probably enriched kerosene. An urchin in a rust bucket F-150 Ford pushes in the clutch and the pickup is rolling toward another rust bucket with an old black fellow screaming in unknown tongues out the window. Granny is cussing the urchin and straining to ambulate across the gravel--a bag of Lay's Potato Chips tumbling from her sack. Wham! Too late. And too late for me. Gas is running over my hand. I've pumped in $52.20 worth of this crap-for-gas. Whatcha get for rubbernecking.
Oh well...we're hooked up and everything is working. No more monster noises in our water system.
Brief update: From our campsite way up at Chisos Basin, Big Bend Nat. Pk., we trailered to Ft. Davis Pk., with its bountiful deer and "trigger pigs".. And of course, nearby, was McDonald Observatory--truly a mind blowing event. Oh.. to look at Jupiter's rings and two of its planets; to look at objects and clusters of objects whose light was emitted 100s of light yrs. ago (light speed being 186,000 miles per second), and to hear lectures by noted astronomers. Makes one as humble as Big Bend--probably more.
Assorted photos are attached.
It's dark, we're bushed and don't "have miles to go before we sleep."
Later.....