It is certainly a soothing sound, perfect for beginning and ending a sunrise-to-sunset day of converting a cargo trailer into a travel trailer. The sound is the Animas River through Farmington NM, where it converges with the San Juan and La Plata rivers, also down from Colorado.
A fellow was taking his German Shepherd for a swim along the recreational trail as it follows the Animas river. He predicted that the river would swell up with melt-water in a couple days because of the warm weather up in Colorado. It turned out that he was right.
These rivers through Farmington NM seem popular with ducks and geese. Where else can they find consistent water and food? I like listening to the waterfowl, as well as to the water flow. Maybe it is time to break out Thoreau's "Walden" in order to re-read the chapter on sounds. Then again, there is nothing surprising about the sounds of birds, so how will it really impact the listener?
Other sounds have been having a big impact, sounds that Thoreau probably never mentioned. Next door to the RV park (where I'm working on the cargo trailer conversion) is a small school/day care facility for little children. During the afternoon I can hear them playing in the playground. It is such a pleasant and soothing sound which I've become fond of.
Pleasant? Why should it be pleasant? Squealing children, especially those little girls with their high-pitched shrieks. The sing-song taunts of the playground. None of that is pleasant in the grocery store. I don't even particularly like kiddies. Context is everything, apparently.
But I remember how serious play is for children; how thoroughly engrossed they get in it. And the same thing is happening to me. Despite being 50 years older than those children, we still share this fundamental trait of our animal species. This has a bigger impact on me than a loon or goose being rhapsodized over, by Thoreau.
A fellow was taking his German Shepherd for a swim along the recreational trail as it follows the Animas river. He predicted that the river would swell up with melt-water in a couple days because of the warm weather up in Colorado. It turned out that he was right.
These rivers through Farmington NM seem popular with ducks and geese. Where else can they find consistent water and food? I like listening to the waterfowl, as well as to the water flow. Maybe it is time to break out Thoreau's "Walden" in order to re-read the chapter on sounds. Then again, there is nothing surprising about the sounds of birds, so how will it really impact the listener?
Other sounds have been having a big impact, sounds that Thoreau probably never mentioned. Next door to the RV park (where I'm working on the cargo trailer conversion) is a small school/day care facility for little children. During the afternoon I can hear them playing in the playground. It is such a pleasant and soothing sound which I've become fond of.
Pleasant? Why should it be pleasant? Squealing children, especially those little girls with their high-pitched shrieks. The sing-song taunts of the playground. None of that is pleasant in the grocery store. I don't even particularly like kiddies. Context is everything, apparently.
But I remember how serious play is for children; how thoroughly engrossed they get in it. And the same thing is happening to me. Despite being 50 years older than those children, we still share this fundamental trait of our animal species. This has a bigger impact on me than a loon or goose being rhapsodized over, by Thoreau.
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| The four batteries sit right over the axle, and underneath the bed. I got quite lucky at finding a strong plastic box that holds all four perfectly. |
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The trailer looks great so far.