Less than 100 caches left to go to earn the right to have held this baby! Oh and something happened to her. I'm not going to point it out to you if you don't see it, but it bothered the buffalo out of me until I discovered a tiny translucent plastic clue during the third examination of the contents of my pocket. Ok, a hint concerns a golden face, but quit bugging me about it.
For now, she'll rest at a rest stop in Texas, where I stopped after camping for a splendid evening at Monahan's Sandhills State Park.
Here's her next to an old timey, fully functional pump. I came across several water fountains in Texas that had a notice declaring the water had impermissible levels of E coli, fecal matter, or contaminants. Good thing I have the power of an automobile to get me to pure water sources. Imagine in the days when you'd need a train (like the one in the background of this flatland), or a horse, or to convince a protostega to give you a ride to clean water. Hard to imagine. I am not sure I can even picture the soft shell of the protostega correctly.