For those of you that ain’t guessed it yet……… Yes, I am at the Secret Hideout in Central Texas with My Bro. And yeah, we burn our paper garbage and such in the driveway if we feel like it. That is all I will be saying about that.
My Bro packed up this morning to go tend to pressing business at home and that meant the contents of the ever-present-on-the-deck Yeti Tundra 45 Quart Cooler had to be divvied up. Talkin’ about long necks here people. I can now verify first hand that Yeti lives up to its’ rep. It will keep ice 5 days runnin’ sitting in the shade and is a definite case of you get what you pay for. I pulled out my vastly inferior Rubbermaid cooler and did the deal and in the process cracked the cap on a bottle causing a breach of the seal. Hmmm, 11am on a Sunday Morning and all the Good Baptists were suredly gettin’ settled in the pew and I had a perfectly good Cold Beer goin’ bad right before my eyes. There is that House Rule of no beer drank before 2pm and all. What to do? What to do?
Well sir, I did the only thing a man could possibly do in such a toucheous situation. I improvised, adapted and overcame. I drug the Church Chair out from the back corner of the shed, took a seat and cracked open that Cold Beer to save it. It tasted so good and felt so right at the moment I decided to repeat. Good choice I must say! A cold long neck and a good pipe seem to assuage my soul and quiet my mind.
I had full intent this week to talk up some dry and only mildly engaging technical RV type stuff. Mebbe the water heater R&R, or the power effect of a residential fridge and chest freezer in an off grid environment or perhaps the Little Blue Extended Run Fuel System. Yep, I got all that going on in my head along with stuff bartering and selling on eBay, Waco CraigsList, Armslist, The High Road and Texas Gun Trader. Somehow it just don’t seem the right time to be doing all that. Just ain’t moving me this morning.
I will tell you I have put more than 300 hours on Little Blue here at the Secret Hideout. Of course Little Blue is the Yamaha EF2000iS 2,000 Watt 79cc OHV 4-Stroke Gas Powered Portable Inverter Generator that was purchased in November 2013. My Bro has the same same and this time of year you can pretty much get by with no AC in these parts. When the temps get close to 90, it gets a little stuffy down the haunch of the afternoon in the NO PRINCESS Palace but a floor fan alleviates that. Won’t last though. I am going to have to figure out some kind of AC solution if I remain here long. Little Blue don’t have the ass to run the rooftop AC on the Palace. Of course, I knew that when I bought him. I will tell you the performance has been stellar. It is hard for me to believe such a compact, light and quiet package is turning out to be a tough little performer as well. I had to replace the plug at 350 hrs runtime cause Blue was starting to stutter and lope a bit but that was no biggie. Probably would have lasted longer if I hadn’t a been running 4 year old fuel through him! Them that say you can’t store gasoline with ethanol added for more than a few months at best are just about full of it. Another example of those Internet Commandos spreading erroneous crap on the internet. I hate that shit. I have been burning that old fuel in Little Blue and the Big Ass Suburban with no problems! I attribute a big part of that success to the fact I had the fuel stored in 5 gallon NATO Jerry Cans. Buy once. Cry Once. Well, that and the fact I had treated all that fuel with Pri-G Gasoline Treatment. Good stuff; that.
The Extended run fuel system was a booger to figure out because unlike the Honda 2000, The Yamaha does not have a fuel pump. I use about 2 gallons of fuel on an average day and at $2.15 a gallon that is pretty cheap living costs here at the Hideout. I can plug in one of those Jerry Cans and run almost 3 days without worrying about the fuel. The costs and aggravation were well worth it and now that I have run it for almost 300 hours I feel confident I have worked out the bugs. I do need to do a post about it with the associated Amazon Links because I surely do need to boost that dismal Amazon income. Just ain’t got it in me today.
The other little hangup here at the Hideout is dumping the black tank. My Bro has his Fiver under the shed next to the cleanout. I am a good 40′ away UPHILL to the cleanout. No bueno.
Luckily I still had the Flojet Waste Water Pump from back in the day along with the Commercial Rubber/Vinyl Hose, 3/4″ by 50′. Been totin’ these items for years with no use and now I am glad I have them. I think I last used them in January of 2011 maybe. You just never know…..
The other thing good about the Hideout is the hummers. I have always loved having hummingbirds around the RV and have never had a problem attracting them anywhere we were at in Texas. The Puckerbrush beat me on the hummers. Try as I might, I couldn’t scare one up anywhere and I tried hard.
My bro and me were settin’ out for happy hour the other night and one of the little feathered rockets come whizzing by and startled me so bad all I could say is “WTH???” As soon as I retired back to to the Palace for the evening I got to rummaging and looking for the Perky Pet Window Mount Hummingbird Feeder . I knew danged well it was in there somewhere. Finally it showed up way back in the dusty corner of a cupboard where it had been carefully put inside a Ziploc when I finally threw in the towel down there in South Texas years back. The next morning they started showing up, first one brave male, then a female and then several.
You know it seems like I am reminded almost
every week every day or two of sacrifices made down in the Oil Patch that eventually just became memories little recalled. After a while that rough, secluded and solitary life becomes almost routine and accepted as normal. It has taken me weeks to decompress and reintegrate into society. Only now am I starting to question if the sacrifice was worth it and if I want to even consider a return.
Oh, oh, I just about forgot I got something going on a bit south of BCS next Saturday and Sunday that has something to do with historic bowling. Might be a blog or might not next week. Fill y’all in after the fact most likely
End Note: Bad on Fords by Ray Wylie Hubbard from the new The Ruffian’s Misfortune. I saw Ray Wylie and his early teen son one cold winter evening in the upstairs back room of a turn of the century hotel in Gladewater, TX several years back. Maybe 25 people, Ray and the boy who was still learnin’ the licks. No amps, no mics, nada. A seminal and exquisitely recalled music memory. Been wearin’ this new Ray Wylie out this past week and I ain’t the only one diggin’ it:
I don’t think I’ve heard a more evocative description of blues music than on the second track of the disc, “Hey Mama, My Time Ain’t Long”. He sings, “I’ll tell ‘em the tale about the songs a bluesman sings/Comes from a woman’s moans and the squeaks of guitar strings/Some say it’s the devil jingling the coins in his pocket/I’d say it sounds more like a pistol when you cock it.” Listening to him pull those words out of his soul over the moaning and groaning of electric guitar is to hear all that terrifies and appeals to people about real blues music. It’s down, dirty, and real – born out of the sweat and tears of people’s lives, and it stirs those places in your soul that supposedly only the devil knows about.
The Man is 70 years old fer chrissakes! Oh, the boy, Lucas? The licks did come to him seems like. Listen to him and his daddy guitar duel on the Down by the River cut. That is Lucas far rear in the Youtube just so’s ya know.
You ever wonder why I go on and on about this Texas By God Music? Gamble $11.19 on that Amazon ( The Ruffian’s Misfortune ) and maybe you will gain The Light as well. Your life will be richer at any rate.
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