Cotton ball
I was heading down Highway 4 and my eyes were drawn to this rather attractive water tower. CCR was on the radio singing
“When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle,
In them old cotton fields back home.
It was down in Louisiana,
Just about a mile from Texarkana,
In them old cotton fields back home.
Oh, when them cotton bolls get rotten,
You can't pick very much cotton.
In them old cotton fields back home.”
My mama didn’t rock me that way, she was more of a Charlie Pride kind of gal. Anyway this place screamed “cache me, someone.” So I answered.
BYOP – cache contains log book and may have room for very small swap items.