I discovered a vestigial trail down to the stream I've been camping next to. I carry a take-down bowsaw and clippers just for such occasions. I wish I'd thought to take a "b4" picture.
Besides water, there's BOUND to be gold in there. Now where'd I put that avarice?
Once I'd cleared some room I noticed the nearby "diggings." My tactic in bear country is to cough. It could be a pretzel allergy, but this afternoon my throat kept itching something awful.
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