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I was planning to bike towards the edge of town where the river trail is. I found the river trail and did not know which direction to go. I remembered a habit an anon shared. He would flip a coin when he did not know which decision to make. My coin was heads, so I headed left on the trail. The ride was beautiful (I live in western Colorado, a high desert). There were ‘no overnight camping’ signs posted every 100 feet. Apparently we have a squatter problem in my town. I found a field where tamarisks had been clear cut (Tamarisks are an invasive species.) I cut across this field to the river. Right on the sandy beach was a pre made fire pit. I knew I had found my plot.
