Just climbed down from the roof where I was covering the cooler to help trap heat in the house. The guess for the low tonight is 23°. I'm reminded of the night that I spent in Lordsburg New Mexico under an overpass with no coat, and what I was wearing when It left San Diego hitchhiking for Texas. That was the last time that I hitchhiked, and a big turning point for me just getting through that night. it was 25° that night in the desert. I realized that being cold and hungry and homeless was not the direction I wanted to go. The Sheriff of Lordsburg picked me up when I staggered down, shivering to the road. That is another story in itself, and will be included in the book that I am currently writing. Needless to say I am appreciative of the warm house having had the extreme in the other direction.the sheriff of Lordsburg at that time was a generous and gracious human being that many years after that experience I wrote and thanked him.
Still have some things to do to winterize the house, and posting this blog is not one of them. That said and my guilty conscience screaming at me I will close for now and perhaps come back later in the day.I've traveled under this overpass to and from Texas many times since that day, and always without fail honk the horn when I go by. I stopped on a trip back from Texas and took this picture. It was then that I realized how remote that overpass really was. There were no houses or structures around for as far as I can see in any direction. Stuck in the middle of nowhere at that time, but not now.
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