The temperature dropped to freezing overnight, and despite only having my 40℉ top quilt I was too hot. Sometime after midnight, I noticed that the roar of the creek had faded away. I was up at six-thirty and the first thing I did was take a stroll down to the creek and was quite stunned to discover that it was just a small trickle. I’d be able to cross without even getting my feet wet!
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