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So I went along the creek for what seemed like forever, assuming that the shit would have to run out eventually. Kept checking my watch and the sun to figure out how much daylight I had left, because I knew if I took too long, I would be forced to set up camp in an area that might not be optimal, or even safe.
Finally followed that fucking creek until it ran into a drainage ditch under a crossroads of dirt roads. I started down one for a little bit before realizing I honestly had no fucking clue where the road was going.
I checked my map and determined I had probably added about 2 miles of detour to an already 4 mile trek. I was also uncertain continuing on if I was going to hit another impassable crossing and then I would really be fucked because I'd have to make camp there. My water was also half gone, and I was saving some to cook with. Filtering water out of the Ocmulgee, much less a creek of the Ocmulgee, did not appeal to me - if you look at the pictures you can see why. The water is incredibly turbid, and while I did bring emergency purification tablets and a small tin pot to boil in, trying to filter that dirt wasn't something I wanted to do unless I had to.
At this point it was probably around 3pm or so, and I knew at that point I had to decide whether or not to turn back. Taking the safe option, I turned the fuck around.
