Forced out of the rut. ~ 4 comments
It feels kind of weird living my last few days of having a New Mexico State Park pass, considering how many years I've been staying at the parks. But nothing ever stays the same, and change is a good thing, especially when you're an old geezer like me that gets set in my ways, and often stuck in a rut so deep I can't even see another way to live, I need a kick in the pants to motivate me to head in a new direction or I will just keep doing the same boring thing over and over. So, having New Mexico change the price of their Park pass from $225 a year to $600 a year was more than enough motivation to send me careening off in a different direction.
Not being able to afford to stay at New Mexico state parks is not the end of the world; it’s just the end of New Mexico State Parks being affordable. But there are other things I can do. It's just that old folks like me don't like to do other things; we tend to gravitate towards things that don't involve change, things that keep us in the rut we're most comfortable in. Heaven forbid we should have to do something different than what we've been doing for the last 10 or 20 years. I'm like that myself, but I guess the difference is I don't like being that way, and it’s not that I can't climb out of the rut, I just lose the "DESIRE" to climb out of the rut.
I guess that's why deep in my soul, I'm happy I don't have the New Mexico State Parks to fall back on anymore. The affordable Park pass was to good to not take advantage of and that made me lazy, complacent, and unmotivated to do anything different, and allowed the old geezer in me to take over and settle into a life, or should I say a rut, of easy living where everything was taken care of by the park system, and there was nothing left to challenge me.
I have more to say on this topic, so I may or may not continue with the subject tomorrow.
Theboondork
Naturally camper vans are very popular around here.
This was the first campsites I've ever stayed at in the City of Rocks many many years ago. I was in the Arctic Fox and this is one of the few sites big enough to use as a pull-through so I didn't have to back up.
I think Fall is over around here, now everything looks like Winter.
A local grasshopper came hopping by. He was pretty big, about 3 inches long, but unlike grasshoppers I'm used to, this one could only hop about a foot at a time, and his landings were terrible. He would land on his side or land on his back and have trouble getting up again; in other words, he reminded me of what I go through getting out of bed in the morning.