NAVAJO LAKE SP, NM—On Tuesday, I left Heron Lake and drove westward to Navajo Lake. When I arrived, a strange kind of burned chemical smell seemed to be coming from the engine compartment. I looked, but didn’t see anything unusual under there.
I slept fitfully that night.
More below the break (huh?).
A mind is a terrible thing to have. At night, when a problem presents itself, when there is nothing to distract it, nothing for it to focus on, the mind naturally focuses on the worse case scenario: “The transmission is going to need to be replaced. It’s going to die on me during the 30 mile trek into town. I’ll be stranded and need a tow. The repairs are going to cost more than the truck is worth….”
In the morning, with the light of day, it was easy to escape the mind, I’d just focus on the Present: The trees, a chipmunk scurrying among the boulders, vultures soaring overhead, a mother duck and her chicks bobbing along the shore….
I didn’t do anything with the truck that day. Didn’t go anywhere. I just wanted to use the opportunity to observe the difference with what was real—Nature in all Her glory—and what was in my head—possible transmission problems.
This morning, I jumped in the truck and drove the 35 miles to the town of Aztec. No break down, no smells, no problems. For luck, I dumped a bottle of Lucas Transmission Fix down the filler tube (thanks Doug), drove on into Farmington, picked up some supplies and drove back to camp.
Round trip: 100 miles. No unusual smells.
Is there a problem still? Who knows. Maybe it was another squirrel’s nest burning up, but the fitful night was a waste of time and energy.
A mind is a terrible thing to have. Seriously. Don’t take anything it has to say too seriously.