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| Bo and Portrait studying maps and trying to figure out where water may be. After crossing the Gila 85 times the day before there is no longer any water on trail. |
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| So there we were, me, Portrait, and Bo contemplating our waterless fate after a side trip down to Turkey Spring which was dry as dust when an SUV |
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| Out of the car hoped this man, our water Angel. He filled all water bottles to capacity. We thanked him, and while our packs were much heavier, we no longer had to worry about water for the rest of the day. |
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