Split team
Half of my travel team is gone. Traveling, across the briny ocean to a far off shore. It took a concerted effort, a GPS, a spiral track to get back on course after leaving a rotary too early and a ferry boat, but the trip began on schedule.
Which, obviously, left me in the car of the dog as the rains began. Next stop, town. For no reason other than habit. A quick lunch and some bookstore browsing (ideas for an over-ambitious reading list). Then, off for an afternoon of visiting and getting caught up on interesting technologies.
It is not technology, exactly, but I learned that the depth of water wells is a matter of record, and a driller has a reasonable idea of the water table depth in different areas. Beats dousing!
On another issue, forced air furnaces tend to be noisy and wasteful. Take that!
The dog was bored by a rainy afternoon, but that’s the cost of his seat on my express. He did get a few moments to ramble in the rain, and we did agree to make the trip “up the road” under cover of darkness.
Met two other campers with a novel use for the wood stove in the camp shelter – drying their firewood. I hate to second guess strangers, but methinks their efforts were futile. Freshly split software, stored in the rain… No stove around here will produce the miracle they need. There could be a secondary effect if they are distracted from their tasks: the stove may not dry the splits, but it will burn them. In or out. On top or under. I wondered if my return might see only embers to mark the spot. Happily, nothing that drastic.
