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That Friday a few campers came in and by Saturday it was getting positively crowded, and when congregated usually noisy, something I was extremely adverse to, and pretty much the reason I took up back-packing in the first place - to get away from noisy camp grounds. I decided to leave on Sunday and so let some nearby campers know, because I knew they were desirous of my camp-site. I could tell I had the premier spot on the lake, because I felt that everyone was envious.
After the long hike to my truck and some nervousness as to whether it would start, I drove to Lake Almanor and stopped somewhere along the shore. I had a real meal at a restaurant in Chester on the back patio. I was not ready to go home yet and was looking to where I might go next. Seems to me some patrons there or a waitress was helpful but I can't quite recall. I think I must have been looking for a back-packing store, to try to replace my water pump check valve, and someone may have suggested Quincy, because at any rate that is where I headed.
I went through mountains. I stopped in a little town some-place in a kind of cul-de-sac underneath the rail-road, which was carved into the side of the mountains, with old wood trestles and tunnels that you could see looking up. It was very quaint. It was between six and seven P.M. I drove down main street which seemed to me to be active with humanity in the front yards of the homes there. I was looking for a public phone to call Sonoma my room mate back at Winfield, SF, to tell her that I was
all-right and was going to stay-out another week. Which I did.
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