A 70-mile loop, it wasn't until I was settling in at Painter Spring I realized I was low on water. One of the four jugs cracked in Oregon and I decided to see if I could get by with three. Three in Oegon was enough. In Nevada...perhaps, if they were full. But they weren't.
The battery was supposed to have pooped out last December. In February I returned the one I had bought in November. I noticed Walmart was selling used batteries for almost as much as new. They almost got mine. But it was nagging at me. I decided to wait 'til next time.
Someone doesn't like signs.
Tré dramatiqúe!
At The Willows
Also at The Willows
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