Phoebe's clutch gave out. I adjusted it a couple of months ago but then it needed it again. I now have to turn her off, put her in 1st or reverse, then start her again. For some reason she doesn't start rolling until I let the pedal out, but then I have to shift by matching the engine speed to the transmission. She goes into the shop tomorrow.
I've been camping in the Ojito Public Lands (BLM). It's a pretty area with cliffs at varying distances and even an anticline.
Last night at 11:30 a large plane buzzed us; it was touching to realize they're thinking of me.
It started raining last night and has continued into the day. I'm reading Narcissus and Goldmund and listening to a series by Ram Dass called Conscious Aging. It's about dying and utilizing the process to access another level of awareness. It's surprisingly good.
Here're a couple of photos I'll submit to the BLM in case they don't know how (badly) over-grazed the range is.
The side with more growth belongs to Zia Pueblo.
It turns out the permittee, the person or organization leasing the grazing rights to the lands on the near side of the fence in the above pictures, is Zia Pueblo. I've heard talk of returning the National Parks to their (former) Native owners, but I ask you, Would you give land to someone who demonstrates this level of disregard for public stewardship?
Of course, this begs the question, Why does the Bureau of Land Management tolerate such disregard?
Maybe because I (you?) haven't complained?
