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Caswell, Memorial State Park, Campsite
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Entry was marked by a plaque embedded in stone
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The group campground had space for many tents
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Their dog waited just outside their pup tent
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The group campsite had private restrooms with showers
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As night settled the forest became more threatening
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Trash containers were ready for nightly varmint attacks
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One bicycle was parked just shy of dawn
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Dog walking was subject to campground rules
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Even in daylight, some trails were ominous
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Deadfall marked the trail's end
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The Stanislaus River as it appeared at dawn
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Beware awakening the faucet mummy
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The park was populated with towering oaks
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The path's edge appeared thickly wooded
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The road to the hiking trail was paved
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Trail side sights could be confusing at times
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The trails themselves were clearly marked
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Arlene, Dennis, Terry, and Denver walked the trail
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One was warned to beware the presence of poison oak
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Terry and Denver walked into a patch of sunlight
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A sign explained the trail's cluttered look
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A flower peeked out from under a leaf
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Flotsam was trapped by the river's current
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A truck lumbered down the forest trail
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The truck was hauling trail-cleared rubbish
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Dennis examined a homemade motorcycle trailer
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The campground's beach had rules posted
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The day was warm but the water a bit cool
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One family threw a picnic on the beach
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A fine day to float down the Stanislaus River
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Terry spotted a family of California Quails
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The quails pecked for food around a chair
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The young quails were tiny indeed
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Jesse arrived late and just for the evening
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Earl prepared carrots for dinner
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Every sort of meat was prepared that night
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At $US 6 per wood bundle, the campfire was modest
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Morning cottonwood fibers were caught in river grass
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A squirrel noticed a camper down below
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Trees rose majestically into the morning sunlight
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An odd trail led into the dark woods
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A van was parked near a handy garbage can
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Lazy rafts drifted by on the Stanislaus River
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The camp was struck Sunday afternoon
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