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I find the well that is marked on my map Close-up of the old water tank and the painted-on names of its ownersThumbnailsI take one last look at the old corral and water tank and continue my hike down the narrow wash back toward campClose-up of the old water tank and the painted-on names of its ownersThumbnailsI take one last look at the old corral and water tank and continue my hike down the narrow wash back toward campClose-up of the old water tank and the painted-on names of its ownersThumbnailsI take one last look at the old corral and water tank and continue my hike down the narrow wash back toward campClose-up of the old water tank and the painted-on names of its ownersThumbnailsI take one last look at the old corral and water tank and continue my hike down the narrow wash back toward campClose-up of the old water tank and the painted-on names of its ownersThumbnailsI take one last look at the old corral and water tank and continue my hike down the narrow wash back toward camp

Flies floating in the well water cast a brackish appearance on the scene, but the water otherwise looks fairly clear. A few yellow jackets are buzzing around, catching the escaping vapour above.

This water would probably be fine to use if I really needed more, but the intake hose on my water filter isn't quite long enough to reach the water. I chicken out and leave the water for the flies.

The frame of the well appears to be built of old railroad ties.