Forgot to mention, yesterday I tasted another oak apple. It was very juicy and even had a hint of apple taste, but there was a slight bitterness and an astringent quality; I had to spit it all out. If I'd swallowed it I might have choked.
Today I walked down the tracks and crossed a barbed-wire fence before the creek, taking the trail north along the creek, through a gate marked in both English and Spanish "keep gate closed". Not far past that there were several tents, mostly full of passed-out drunks. One friendly guy, John, told me he wouldn't mind if I set up my tent there, but that a lady named Michelle would have to clear it first. Michelle's tentmate was decidedly uncooperative, though. I might have to go back there later in the month, with a peace offering of booze, and strike a deal.
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