no explanation so probably a server error.

back into the mines so more laters,  

I know Francis has been getting some not so obvious attacks of late.   His Facebook thing, getting Dis’ed on X and no recourses available in most instances.  One big reason I have almost no Fakebook profile and nothing on X, though I did have a twitter account long long ago,,,

Honestly, I am retreating more and more every year from the internet world, keeping only what I need to keep the information flowing as well as I can.  

And there are days where the desire to drop this phone into the deepest part of Laurel lake is quite tempting.   Just walk away from it all.

Is that where Francis is?  or did someone Dox him to WordPress (which, to my understanding, is really very hard to do:  WP is still as open forum as you can get.  unlike Blooger and the others.)

Keeping eyes and ears open, and if any of the writers at that site know the deal, please contact my (in the sidebar, the Proton account.) and let me know whats up or if there is anything I may be able to help with,,,

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Anyone with any knowledge about this? I don’t have Francis’ contact info,,,

More later

maybe just burnt out,,,

I have had NO, NONE, desire to dip my toes into the waters of the internet the last couple of days.   Burnt out on the BS?   I’m thinkin’ likely.

I’ve started reading a couple of blog posts by others and ’bout mid-way through, my attention has lagged off and I’m asking ‘whats the point?’,,,    Not that the writing isn’t good, usually several points over the media types if not magnitudes better, but

meh!   

So I sit on the porch, listen to treefrogs, watch Elbs and Cozzie play, Mama curled up next to my foot (too hot for laps) and pray for rain.  We could really use some good blow offs here,,,   As muggy as it is, you would figure it would rain as soon as it even thinks about cooling down.   Nopes,,, not this time of year,,, the muggy is the norm, rain is the outlier.

Big shift in attitude lately too.  Not because of anything external; entirely internal this time.   Started doing this questioning thing.   Thoughts start coming out of the woodwork of the mind and I ask “Is this relevant to now?” and “Who’s life is this supposed to be?”

Bam!!!  Thoughts go flying away for a spell and I can sit in silence in my head.   They come back, they always do, but the questions have started ‘focusing’ them and clarity in thinking is the end result.   And that makes me happy(ier).    Not getting frazzled at the edges, even when driving in Somerset traffic during rush hour (in a big honkin’ dually no less)   Wasn’t perturbed when I found out our “run and gun” to the other side of the state was not the last one.  The client added another 200′ of fence to the plans, but somehow forgot to tell the Bosses: we didn’t have the materials with us.   Future run and gun back across the state, AGAIN!?!?!   yeah,,,, ugh,,, but I wasn’t put out by it.  Even Son of Bossman laughed when I called him and let him in on the joke (of which we are apparently the butt of.)    Had to quell an insurrection amongst the Emps as they WERE pissed off about it.   (They are the ones making money when we have to do this job,  The Bosses are losing it with it being so far away.  Every trip out there eats at the margins,,, big chomps type eating too.)

Its hot,,, I’m gonna go listen to the frogs and watch silly bugger games between the young’uns.

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My day started at 0300,  we were on the road at 0400.  On site 1000,  457 miles away and never left the state.

I, me, Myself, little ol’ me, drove BOTH WAYS,,, while the other monkeys got to catch up on Zzzzz’s and relax.  Their biggest gripe is I prefer to roll on through, and bathroom breaks are at my discretion,,,   BUT, I accomadated as needed since we do had two older guys with smaller bladders and other issues,,,,

900 miles, 16 hour day from start to stop, and I am hitting full STOP right now

more tomorrow

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if’n I can get some ketch-n-up on reading material done,,,

L,L,L,L,L!

And for sumpin’ a leeltle diff’ent

This was the cabin one of the krew rented for the weekend.   $139/nite +a $30 housekeeping fee.  DIRT CHEEP for what it was: hotels within 20 minutes of this place are comparable in price and nowhere near as nice.

And a’yup!!! Dio wussed out and slept on the couch both nites 😁😁😁

If you are in the area, desiring a relaxing weekend with access to some relatively sedate adventure, give this place some love. Foxfire Campgrounds.  No affiliation,  no kickbacks to me: just a desire to keep one if my favorite river scenes alive and well.  Plenty of rafting places are back up and running strong, despite the river changes.  The river can still goose your adrenaline, and we DID have a good float and new learning curves thrown at us.   The last rapid has changed completely, but was still challenging.

All in all, a weekend I NEEDED.

More laters

Don’t feel like starting a new post, so will just expand on this’un.

There are a lot I could say about things I saw down in Hartford, but it’s been less than a year, half of that was under the tyro time where NO ONE could get anything done there, and things are still sort of wonky for all of that.    It IS making a comeback from Intensive care, I can only hope the growth I witnessed there this weekend continues.    The River has changed, some, and I have heard that the upper is ‘gnarlier’ than it was (and from vids I have seen, a bit easier to access this evolution.)   That could be a thing.

Keeping my nose out of the current run of propaganda swill.   I can see it for what it is, DISTRACTION from the Real Issues,,,,   It may be legit, and there should be criminal prosecutions from it all, but the way its being SPUN, its distraction, pure and simple.   Keep an eye on the little nation on the Med and its fun and games, and that Kokefueled Tyro near the BlackSea,,,   Shits getting STRANGER, and more dangerous.

Time will tell.

Till next post,,,

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Life changes: so does the world.

Walking the shoreline here at the camp (commercial campsites with hookups type place) and nothing in my mental map matches.   I can see the old shore line where we put in last year, but the river is all of 50′ away and 5′ lower in her bed.  Blue porfory(sp?) stone scattered about the shore: not native stone,  but ballast from 10 miles up stream where the highway had been washed out. Im not talking shoe sized stone either but big cooler sized rock ot larger.  Word has it there are even bigger further downstream: can’t confirm yet but will see with my owm eyes shortly.

Its humbling seeing all of this near a year after the fact: Im certain those that live here were very humbled to see thier world, literally, tempest tossed and washed away. 

There are still businesses not reopened here.  Who can blame them when your investment is reduced to a mud covered concrete slab,,,

Will have more later pics maybe,,,