The prediction is for rain to start rain late afternoon to evening. So after a morning walk, we head into Silver City. I have a couple of errands besides food and between Walmart and the Dollar Store I find what I’m after. These stores are in the adjacent towns.
The “Most Importantly” section at the bottom… Perhaps we can get this knowledge infused into our culture… And a News Flash into the current White House.

I looked and looked at the different vegetation colors on the sides of this fence. It wasn’t light. They are both wild, unmanaged areas. No idea…
I just love this place. The rocks speak magic to me. Similar to Joshua Tree.
Then into Silver City to the Food Coop. This is a great little market. A huge bulk selection, wonderful fruit and produce, and the typical health food store selection of packaged goods. I became a member last time I was here. $20 annually. I can choose two days purchases a quarter to take 10% off the total, plus each time I do that I get discount coupons for the organic restaurant run by the coop. I’m not local and probably wan’t get much of a total discount. But, I totally support coops. I think a much larger portion of our economy should be organized as coops. Or, in political speak, be socialized.
I don’t want to see Apple and other discretionary item providers socialized. But I do want to see the things that are used by all, what gets called The Commons — socialized or paid for in common. We pay for highways, sewers, water system, etc communally. Why not health, why not energy? (Actually Exxon is partially socialized. We just lie about it. They get a billions of dollars in taxpayer subsidies, plus the cleanup of their messes are paid for by the public. Privatize the profits, socialize the risks and cleanup.) Norway has the #1 standard of living on the planet. Best schools. Best prison system. How? High taxes on the profits from their oil industry go into the public coffers. (http://www.huffingtonpost.ca/2014/01/11/oil-fund-norway-millionaires_n_4576887.html)
We get back to camp about 5. It’s not raining yet, but the heavy clouds are forming on the horizon. A family walk up the trail next to our camp that leads to Indian Grinding Stones. They go behind us, the child – about 10 – is calling out,
 “It’s the balancing rock!” They follow. Then he’s calling, “I see it. It’s in the cave!” I have no ideas what he’s talking about. I’ll go look tomorrow.
We eat, walk and get to bed. About 10pm in an instant the gale wind arrives with pelting rains. The temperature drops. The rainy wind blows on and off until about 3am. During the peak winds Sherman and I both wake up as the van rocks. Sherman comes over asking to be under the quit. We sleep together in the quilt tent until we wake up.