About a mile from the end of the day I knew there was a stream coming up that I was supposed to fill up water at. When I got there not only was it flowing through a cow field, but the entire field was ankle deep sucking mud. I had to ford the river, so I just left my boots on. They needed the washing from the mud, and it wasn't a good spot to go barefoot in anyways. Since the water was flowing through piles of manure I decided not to fill up there, and just go thirsty instead.
The shelter for the night was actually a private hunting cabin. When I first got there it definitely seemed like the kind of place that a horror movie starts. A rickety old cabin, with no one around. I was actually thinking about sleeping outside instead, until more rain set in. I ended up inside, and even rigged up a rainwater system to catch drinking water. After a while the cabin started seeming nicer and nicer. It had a wood stove, so I cooked and dried gear out. By the end of the evening I was glad I had stayed there.
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