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I step across some rocks in a patch of plants (maidenhair ferns, I think) under which a dark blue stream trickles vigourously

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07092-cornfield-spring.jpg I turn back and notice a grown-in, but relatively flat, spot near the still-invisible stream that I can hearThumbnailsI settle in for the evening and am surprised to hear a small moth outside flitting against my tentI turn back and notice a grown-in, but relatively flat, spot near the still-invisible stream that I can hearThumbnailsI settle in for the evening and am surprised to hear a small moth outside flitting against my tentI turn back and notice a grown-in, but relatively flat, spot near the still-invisible stream that I can hearThumbnailsI settle in for the evening and am surprised to hear a small moth outside flitting against my tentI turn back and notice a grown-in, but relatively flat, spot near the still-invisible stream that I can hearThumbnailsI settle in for the evening and am surprised to hear a small moth outside flitting against my tentI turn back and notice a grown-in, but relatively flat, spot near the still-invisible stream that I can hearThumbnailsI settle in for the evening and am surprised to hear a small moth outside flitting against my tent

A big smooth rock here provides a convenient place to sit. I get out my filter and quietly, meditatively, pump enough water to almost fill my 10-litre water bag with the cool water from the Cornfield Spring stream.