Let's not talk about snakes or how on the same camping trip there was a swimming hole up around the bend where we'd go to have a wash in the evenings, but that was also the times the snakes would come down to drink too. Once or twice they decided to cross while we were in the water. Kinda scarey, but awesome in a way too. They didn't care about us. Just went round as if we were a log in the water.
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