We'd left Spanish Springs well-supplied but I'd forgotten glue for tire plugs and we needed water.
At the Marina we got into a discussion about the road north and learned it was closed. The east-side option was open though.
Strolling to the pay-per-gallon water dispensor, Brandon told how he worked at the lodge and at Wimco (a large grocery) in Spanish Springd and was just there to help out the cashier; he wasn't an employee. The pay water was complicated, requiring a code, so Brandon showed us a spigot by the lodge. And we found camp with still plenty of light for gathering wood.
The marshmallows were superb as we watched herds of geese sedately swim in a moderate gale. A flight of pelicans went overhead at hardly more than 40 feet.
Best of all, we'd avoided a wasted trip up the west side and instead, we'll go through Nixon to Gerlach.
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