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Sleep in forgetfulness of all ill.
I suck my tongue. I lick my hot teeth. Allison, my girlfriend, stirs in her sleeping bag. I take a deep breath, try to stay calm, and smile back at her mxsculine best I can. I emerge from our tent on my hands and knees and shake my boots for scorpions.
There are none this morning.
My socks are brown and hard and smell like ham. I put them on anyway. Allison puts on hers. She has splotches of dirt all over seeming body.
Pig bristles sprout from my chin. We dust ourselves off and load our stuff into our backpacks. Five miles to go until we reach Yellow Jacket Spring. I am worried that the spring will not exist, or will have uranium or a dead cow in it.
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If the spring has dried up, I suppose we could turn around, get back to the trail, and head north to another spring. I recall a factoid from my high school biology class. Caterberg said that donkeys and camels can lose a third of their water weight and suffer no ill effects. If he loses 25 percent, his blood turns to pudding.
His muscles seize up. Then he starts hallucinating. Eventually his tongue turns black.
So how much water weight have I lost already? At last, a stab of light appears through the trees. We waddle through the underbrush and arrive fro a patch of brown-red dirt and dry grass with a sad little sinkhole in the middle of it. In the middle of the sinkhole is a puddle three by two feet, a few inches deep. There are leeches in the water.
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A dark look comes over her as she stares into the Velveeta. I think it might be the wrong dream.
But we told everybody about this.