Came out along here to hide a cache and ended up too close to another, so it had to move. An honest mistake. While some litterbugs favor these backroads, this is a pretty near place to stop and listen to the wind blow through the tops of these trees. They remind me of the Cottonwoods back where I was a boy.
Feel free to perform a little CITO if you can
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