I arrived at Brazil Creek at twelve-fifteen. I thought I’d seen the last of yesterday’s ATV/Side-by-side convoy. But no. As I dropped down the hill to Brazil Creek, I watched all twenty-one of them (maybe I miss counted yesterday), cross the Brazil Creek Bridge on State Highway W heading north.

I stopped and ate some trail snacks while I toyed with the idea of not taking on any extra water and relying on the small spring where I’d be camping. I decided that wasn’t a good idea, because if there wasn’t any water, I’d be quite dehydrated by the time I finished the hike. I’d not had a reoccurrence of my AFIB so far, and dehydration equals AFIB, so why risk it?

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