The calendar says I've been here at Fortuna Pond for two weeks, which is the BLM limit, but my internal clock and my desire to wander told me I should have left maybe a couple of days ago. And the flies have been telling me to go somewhere that they aren't. I will miss the water and the birds.
I'm going to drift a little eastward, like the other side of Phoenix. Maybe.
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