There was another bridge out from flooding. This time they were working on it, so the traverse was a little tricky. You had to slip the dozer driver a fiver and he would promise not to hit you with the bucket.
At lunch, we met an awesome old lady (she said she was 93) who was driving by and stopped to chat. She lives way out in the middle of nowhere, and still self sufficient. Pretty cool.
The campground worked out well. I didn't have quarters for the shower, so I used the neighbors hose. I'm sure he didn't mind - I doubt he uses much water himself... except to launch his jet ski off his awesome trailer.
Easier day tomorrow... I hope!
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