Soaking late one night in a hot spring south of Bridgeport. The sky was clear and the stars were bright. It was so very peaceful that I wished I could stay forever. While searching for a hot spring along a river in New Mexico, I came to a sheer rock wall and had to cross the river. I had no idea the depth of the water, so I was unsure exactly where to cross. Suddenly I had an inspiration to "read the trail". That means look where the horses crossed. They left behind their "droppings". It seemed to me that they would cross at a shallow spot.

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