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One week later sleeping in my bed in my dirty ol’ apartment ๐Ÿ›๏ธ

It’s kind of werid to be back home again, exploring my dirty falling apart apartment, sleeping in my own bed after what seemed like two short weeks in National Forest. Yesterday, I drove in but today I should be able to bike to work. Saves money and good exercise, I need to do more after all that ice cream, beer, clams, sweet corn and weed and hours studying COWS and WILDFLOWERS on vacation.

Should be another nice day, โ˜€๏ธ though Thursday and Friday look more dicey, and Saturday looks like rain. ๐ŸŒง๏ธ I know people around here want rain because it’s been so dry, but why on a Saturday? Sunday looks good though if I want to change the oil on Big Red ๐Ÿ”ง so I might go to Wally World on Saturday to get oil and a filter and a few more groceries I forgot to get last night after work. ๐Ÿ›’ I also have all those books I got from Libby. People say, don’t you know they have grease pits and mechanics that you can pay to change your oil, but most of the grease pits won’t service my big jacked up truck, plus I like keeping the used oil as it’s good to perk up a good fire up in woods. ๐Ÿ”ฅ Of course don’t tell a greenie. ๐Ÿ€ The greenies not only recycle plastics and don’t burn them, they also probably drive electrics which don’t burn much less use oil for lubrication in the crankcase. No free Thacher Park Nature Bus this weekend and sit in read into pavilion or ride in the rain, so I can’t go up there in the rain, unless of course I drive my big jacked up truck to the park. ๐Ÿž๏ธ And if I’m going to go somewhere in the rain in my big jacked up truck, it’s not going to be some super woke park.

The bike should be good to ride in today. ๐Ÿšฒ Apparently the correct way to replace a spoke bike is to pull both the brake disk and the gears โš™๏ธ but I only did the later by bending the spoke enough to fit. Whatever I think the wheel is true enough I can ride in. Later in the week I’ll have to decide if it rains if I’ll take the local yokel bus ๐Ÿš or drive in. Driving is fine but it’s expensive and I don’t necessarily really enjoy doing it even if going through the south end the traffic isn’t bad but Albany roads are so rough with my beat to shit suspension. ๐Ÿ’ฅ I need from fresh air and a few minutes away from suburbia already as that tangy manure smell fades away from my camp gear. I will be good and stay in town this weekend, but next weekend maybe I can go up to Rensselearville State Forest or somewhere fun like the Green Mountains. Already miss the Finger Lakes! ๐Ÿ„

Mom and Dad’s washer was broke so I was at the laundromat doing my clothes. ๐Ÿ‘š It’s fine, I haven’t done wash in over two weeks. Normally I just drop my wash off but tonight I decided to stay. I could have dropped it off and gone to the store or the library but I figured I could bring my bike wheel here and bolt the brake disk back on after replacing the spoke myself. It’s done. I finished drying my clothes on line at my apartment. But they say if you owned one of those plastic suburbanite houses you could wash all the clothes you want at home. But I honestly don’t mind the laundromat plus then you don’t have to pay for the electricity or water. ๐Ÿ’ต Especially in the summer with shorts it’s not like I wear that much clothes and I often don’t change every day when I’m not working. If I do that off-grid cabin thing eventually, I probably won’t have a washing machine regardless. I mean I have to go to city sometimes to buy shit, and get rid of those tin cans ๐Ÿฅซ unless I plan to bury them.

Did I mention I despise all things suburbia, ๐Ÿ˜๏ธ including so-called rural houses that are just more of those plastic houses that smell like cow shit and come with a long commute. ๐Ÿšฒ I am glad I’m biking it in today, because I know schools ๐Ÿšธ are opening so not only are going to be mad cops ๐Ÿ‘ฎ on every road, there will be epic amounts of traffic, because all cars do all summer is jam their bumper penises into each other, and then September comes around and millions appear on the road out of nowhere. ๐Ÿš™ ๐Ÿš™ ๐Ÿš— ๐Ÿš— ๐Ÿšš ๐Ÿš— ๐ŸŽ๏ธ ๐Ÿš™ Probably a lot of them are Tesla Electrics, which they still throw their organic whiskey bottles out of while driving, but don’t tell anybody about their sins.

Making progress on getting R working on my phone. ๐Ÿ“ฑ It would be so awesome if I could run many of my work scripts on my phone, so I could do data processing jobs on my phone rather then lugging my laptop up into the woods when I’m working remote. Some of the packages didn’t want to compile at first but now they’re working. It would be nice to get an X11 server working, but even just the text interface with Openxlsx and Duckdb should be quite useful. ๐Ÿ–ฅ๏ธ There are so many things I can automate and process using R, which I’ve traditionally done with my computer but if I can do on my phone, all that better.

All my heros smell a little like cow shit and burn their own trash ๐Ÿฎ ๐Ÿ”ฅ

That’s my slogan as I unpack my camp gear and coolers, with the slightest tangy odor of manure on all my gear after 13 days in the National Forest riding pasture and splashing in the mud and muck. And I unpack the burnt-out cans, smashed down and toss them into my recycling bucket.

Back to work on this Tuesday morning, same old thing after 14 days. ๐Ÿข Last time I was in the office was Tuesday, August 19th. Seems like forever ago, but then again vacation seems like it was a long time to be gone, but such a short time to be here. Like anything, it had to come and go, as otherwise it wouldn’t be vacation. ๐Ÿ– I can’t believe summer is dun at this point though. It disappeared quicker then that that styrofoam egg container soaked in lighter fluid.

New windows are in my the upstairs of my apartment. ๐Ÿ˜๏ธ Still don’t know why the landlord replaced the old ones, maybe it was moss growing in the window sill and concerns about rot. The ripped one of screens when installing it. I’ll have to let the landlord know. Kind of roughed in, he removed the wood flashing, and didn’t paint the window sills he installed, but I don’t care if it’s not perfect or beautiful. I just don’t want to get sued when I move out over his crap. I’ve wrecked enough shit in my apartment over the 18 years I’ve lived there. Maybe he’s planning to fixing it later in the week.

My apartment is kind of rough, the tangy manure smell ๐Ÿ’ฉ just gives it a bit more character along with the roughed in window sills. But you make good money, why don’t you buy a suburban house with trash pickup and vinyl siding. Nobody needs a cabin in the woods with cows and a burn barrel out back. Don’t you know, burning all that plastic is bad for the environment? Got to make money, so I can save and invest, have that off-grid cabin, and maybe someday some of my own cows! ๐Ÿฎ They were so much fun to watch up in the National Forest the 13 days I was up there. It was nice hear cows mooing and belowing over the city traffic.

So yeah, it’s back home to unpack and get back into the office groove. ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ’ผ The plan is to drive to work today, then go to Walmart for some supplies, head home, cook a quick dinner, then go the laundrymat. I am not sure where I put my Torx Driver set so I might swing by Lowes and just get another one, pull the brake off my bike, swap out the broken spoke from one on the old wheel, and hopefully I can ride to work on Wednesday. ๐Ÿšฒ It sucks there is no more express bus downtown. I could do the local, but the option kind of sucks – I get out of work at 5 PM but with the transfer and delay between the shuttle and local bus, ๐ŸšŒ it means I wouldn’t get home until 6:15 PM mst nights. That said, I don’t love driving and it is a chance to get some steps in between the transfer. And I can read books on the bus. But if I drive in, I can be home by 5:25-5:30 PM depending on the traffic, though I usually avoid the worse of it by taking the back streets through Albany’s South End. ๐Ÿš— But I really hate driving, especially my big jacked up truck through the city, especially with all the midget cars all around that are so hard to see.

I am undecided about the weekend. ๐Ÿ”ง My oil life indicator says I’m at 40% oil life on my truck, and I last changed the oil in my truck in October 2024 so yeah I probably should think about doing that or at least making sure I have some oil in the crankcase. It probably could use half a quart now that vacation is over. And maybe a bit more coolant, though it’s not gone down much since the initial drop. What can I say, besides the suspension being basically shot on Red, the head gasket is starting to go or maybe it’s just the normal oil consumption and a leak in the heater core. I don’t want to think too much about it, as long as you put in it in “D” and it goes forward for the most part. I only really have big trip left for Red now – St. Regis Canoe Area ๐Ÿ›ถ in October but other then that maybe just some smaller trips around town.

I’ve thought about a weeeknd trip this weekend to Vermont or maybe the Southern Adirondacks, ๐ŸŒฒ though I fully admit it would be good to stay home for at least one weekend. The last weekend I was home was July 26-27th. That seems like it was two weeks ago? Where did the time go? ๐Ÿ I struggle to accept that it’s already September and that Big Red is soon to be 14 years old. But I figure travel while the weather is nice and I still can. Certainly that last week of September I won’t be able to head out of town as I’ll be half blind or recovering from the big snip of my eyes. ๐Ÿ™„ Not that I can ee that well anymore these days with my contacts.

The Chicken Has Left It’s Coop  ๐Ÿ”

It was a good thirteen days at that campsite om Chicken Co-op Road, not sure when I’ll be back out to the Finger Lakes at least in the next year or two. The days of grass and grass puppies has come to an end.

After taking down camp ๐Ÿ•๏ธ I drive over to Henry K Smith Woods in Trumansburg to walk around an old growth forest. ๐ŸŒฒIt was nice but I should have looked at a map ๐Ÿ—บ๏ธ before driving around to find parking ๐Ÿ…ฟ๏ธ on village streetsย  Neat to walk under those massive trees. Last thing to do in the Finger Lakes is a quick dip in the Enfield Glen, with the emphasis on quick as it’s only 58 degrees. ๐ŸŠ Then a shower ๐Ÿšฟ and changing and the long trip east.

I’m content even if I’m a bit nervous about the trip home ๐Ÿก with my creaky old truck even though I don’t have any real reason to feel the way I do. I do need to stop for gas โ›ฝ and maybe at that one farm on NY 206 for produce but then it’s just going to be a quiet, nice drive out to my parents house then home. Nothing new but I’m so paranoid about noises and bumps I’ve noticed for years. Traffic is certain to be heavy on NY 79 and 206 along with I 88 but at on the expressway I can use the slow lane. Once I reach Ononeta I’m thinking I’ll take NY 23 and NY 990V to my parents house for an quiet trip the remaining way. I tried to not do too much coffee this morning โ˜• but I don’t know.

That Willard WMA I explored with the cliffs yesterday was amazing. ๐Ÿž๏ธ So beautiful as the sun was setting. ๐ŸŒ‡ Sampson State Park was fun to explore on bike, ๐Ÿšฒ with all those abandoned military roads. It was A pretty way to end the day. Got back to camp ๐Ÿ•๏ธ cracked open a few beers and zucchuni. Breakfast this morning was just oatmeal soaked in reheated coffee with the remaining blueberries and some honey. ๐Ÿฏ Remarkably good. Took camp down. So much stuff to pack. It was a good thirteen days!

I watched the phone roll over from August 30 to the 31st and it struck me… ๐Ÿ•›

I was so jacked up on alcohol and cannabis last night and the fire but also listening to the more of Edward Abbey’s Monkey Works Gang and Otis Redding’s Sitting on the Dock of the Bay. I woke early needing to crap and having to go through the tent to fish more paper towels to wipe my ass on the bucket shitter that is much too far away from the truck in the pitch black of night.

Truth is listening to Edward Abbey’s Monkey Works Gang makes me all the more paranoid about how things are and how evil ๐Ÿ˜ˆ so much of modern society is. Still it’s good to be away from the advertising for solar panels and roofing companies and Better Help! So much of society has become a cult while people ignore the rot all around them. ๐Ÿช“ And I’m just here watching the cows graze and listening to Otis Redding, eating ice watching the days go by with my fishing ๐ŸŽฃ pole.

First a slow morning. ๐Ÿ’ค It’s the last day to be truly relaxed as tomorrow the pumpkin ๐ŸŽƒ goes bad as they say, and I need to take down camp. ๐ŸงŠI need ice this morning, it was cold last night but the gas station was closed and Dollar ๐Ÿ’ฒ Tree didn’t have ice. Big pan of shredded zucchini, onions, Walmart radioactive shrimp ๐Ÿฆ and eggs ๐Ÿฅš this morning. Last night I finished off the eggplant ๐Ÿ† I had gotten earlier in the week. Pretty morning with deep blue skies!

Today it off to Sampson Lake Park ๐Ÿž๏ธ midway up Seneca Lake. I could do the White Deer ๐ŸฆŒ tour but I don’t have time for that. I’d rather explore the old roads and woods of Sampson Lake swim ๐ŸŠ and maybe paddle on Seneca Lake. It’s about a half hour away which really isn’t that bad. A lot closer than Pennsylvania. I’ll probably ride some of the roads there and I’m bringing the tube just in case. โญ• It’s been so cold I think I only used the tube once – was it last Sunday on Foster Pond? Who knows it doesn’t take up much room.

Mid last week I emptied burnt the contents of the bucket shitter ๐Ÿšฝ but it was wet so it didn’t really burn well but then again so much camp garbage is things like corn cobs and peach rines which don’t burn well either even mixed with lots of wood ๐Ÿชตand some plastic. If anything it just stinks. ๐Ÿ‘ƒ Maybe I’ll just dig a big hole to bury when I take things down. Want to have one more fire ๐Ÿ”ฅ tonight but don’t plan to stay up late or do too much crazy ๐Ÿคช anything as I got to take down camp and well after 13 days head home.

I continued to think about Pennsylvania ๐Ÿ›ข๏ธ but I concede it’s dumb to go down there to see a bunch of run down homesteads and trailers with blackened oil drums out back. They have their laws โš–๏ธ and we have ours. We have legal pot and I still burn shit regardless in the wilderness. ๐Ÿ•๏ธ But I could go down NY 34 to US 220 to US 6 to Penna 29 to NY 7 to Southern Tier Expressway to NY 30! but that’s a long detour and out of the way. Instead, I plan to take down camp early, head to Robert Treman for a quick swim in Enfield Glen ๐ŸŠ, then probably just take busy NY 79 and 206 to Whitney Point and Bainbridge, then maybe 88 to Oneonta and NY 23 to NY 990V arriving at Mom and Dad’s house ๐Ÿก around five. I don’t know I got options but I want to avoid the freeways.