To click a pic, you first must have a pic to click, and if I don't do something quick there will be no pics left to click.
If you've ever wondered what a ski area looks like in the summer, this is it.
I remember living in Miami when I would often look out of my boat while heading for the Gulfstream and say to myself, I wonder what a ski area looks like in the summer? And now I know.
Of course not being a skier myself I don't know which ski area this is, but they all look and work the same. A company gets a lease on some federal land, they cut down a bunch of trees, put in a ski lift, build a saloon at the bottom of the hill, and charge people hundreds of dollars to slide down the hill in the snow until you can't feel your fingers and your lips turn blue.
Heading north offshore of Key Largo, for seven miles, and keeping Pacific Reef on my left to reach the Gulfstream sounds pretty good after thinking about that.
I finished removing the bottom of the storage cubby, which is to become my new propane cubby, and I'm glad to have that problem out of the way. So, instead of a sandwich of 1/8 inch Luan, 1 inch of foam, and another 1/8 inch Luan, I now have a thin piece of tin as a floor.
It feels like the tin is sturdy enough to hold a propane cylinder, but I'm not sure what the tin is for, where it starts, and where it goes, and it would probably take tearing apart the whole camper to figure that out, so I'm not going to worry about it.
I've already bought a new propane hose covered in woven stainless steel to go from the regulator in the high propane cubby to the tank's new location down low, so now I have to rig up a way to secure the tank in the new cubby.
I don't want to use the old method of securing the propane tank since it was always annoying to use and made installing a full propane tank even more difficult than it needed to be, so this time, I think I'm going to use a Jack-strap which should simplify securing the propane tank in place.
Having completed phase one of the propane tank move, I don't know when I will start on phase two, which is securing the propane tank in place; seeing as how I have fallen behind in my normal relaxing regime, I need to spend some quality time sitting around doing nothing with a cup of coffee in my hand... Remember, never underestimate the importance of doing absolutely NOTHING.
Various bearded weirdo mystics are always running around proclaiming the value of meditation... And what is meditation? It's all about doing NOTHING! Have you ever seen any of these mystics with a job... No chance.
How are you told to meditate? You sit in a weird, uncomfortable position..... Skip that and sit in an easy chair It's more relaxing. Then you clear your mind... My mind is always clear; I can't can't remember anything. And then you relax and do precisely, exactly, NOTHING.
Some people call this contemplation, some call it tuning out, or a trance, and some call it meditation, I call it lazy, and I've been doing it for years.
tween the hills and lake, a neighborhood of condos springs up a few miles from my daughter's house.
Denver is constantly growing, but not always in a way I approve of. But come to think of it, nobody ever asks for my approval.