Hah! This is one if the best campsites I've found. Except for the highway nearby. I was on... 126, I believe, and saw tire tracks through the chest-tall grass. I slowed down and took the turn, which (after 200 feet) met this beautiful little creek that I can use for washing and making coffee. I wish, now, that I hadn't just used all my fresh water on soup, but I still have a gallon or so. I don't think there're any fish in this - a lot of it is ankle deep here - but I'm going to explore downstream tomorrow.
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