We moved campsites yesterday afternoon, about 100 yards down the road. This one is much better. A stunning view again, down a little two-track side road far enough that you can't be seen from the main road. Good firepit. I really like this spot. Plan is one more night here, then a different area about an hour and a half away that we're targeting.
There's been a new development in the electrolyte saga. I'm going to live with it a few more days before I go trumpeting the apparent solution, but I think I finally have it sorted. And it's not exactly what I thought was causing all this.
The music continues to flow. Something emerging out here is a reboot of the Hi-Fi Lonesome Sound System project. Calling it Season Two. A few more things to sort out and I'll start posting the new songs.
It got down to 34 degrees last night. I slept in my onesie over my clothes under two blankets and slept great, as usual. My diesel heater, after 6.5 years, seems to need some attention. It's not firing up, throwing a fuel pump or fuel supply error. Probably a clogged line. I have a maintenance kit for it, I'll just have to get in there and figure it out. It's installed under the passenger seat with a subwoofer on top of it, so that'll be a project.
Last night I roasted garlic on the campfire. Highly successful experiment. Slice off the tips, cover in olive oil and salt, wrap in foil, leave in the coals off to the side for about 30 minutes. Delicious. Watching Shannon cook over the fire has inspired me. It adds a nice dimension to the evening.
Yesterday I ran into an issue looking for old files on my older storage drives. Searches were coming up empty even for files I could see right there. Turns out those drives were formatted in a way the latest Mac OS can't index. The fix was to copy everything to another drive, reformat the original, copy everything back, and reindex. Tedious. But this is the kind of thing I run into regularly, stuff you don't expect that requires time and attention before you can move forward. It's also how momentum works. When you're building something there's all this slog to get through first. Then once you're airborne you've got to stay consistent and keep building. That first part is so difficult. I'm taxiing the runway right now with this particular project.
There's something going on between campfires and me. The sparks pop out and shoot in my direction. The smoke follows me wherever I go. Last night I was getting my steps in circling the fire trying to stay out of it and the smoke just kept shifting to find me. Uncanny. Shannon says I need to use my mind to send it the other direction. I actually think she's right. I'm going to work on it.
I'm liking this move to Substack. It's making sense. I have some ideas for it and I'm going to keep experimenting.