Along a dusty red two-track we came upon a ring of burned stones, a campsite that probably dated to the Thirties. In the rusty upturned bowl of a Model T headlamp, tidily deposited, was a pile of coyote poop.
Perfect aim. No seat to leave up.
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Along a dusty red two-track we came upon a ring of burned stones, a campsite that probably dated to the Thirties. In the rusty upturned bowl of a Model T headlamp, tidily deposited, was a pile of coyote poop.
Perfect aim. No seat to leave up.
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WORLD-BUILDING and WILDERNESS: 
I love your snapshots of moments and sights.
Life’s wonderful little surprises…even when they look like poop at first.
I’m on to you, cousin. I think I know who ewylie is; an alter ego, perhaps?