There is a special favorite of mine in the Oregon Cascades. It's name: Buck Lake. After careening through a network of fire service roads, a short half mile hike yields a precious lake with clear -- yes, CLEAR -- waters and makeshift campgrounds. Kristin and I stopped by over Labor Day to forget as much as we could about trace amine receptors and cyclophilin D. The water was brisk, but aggressively refreshing (if that's considered a temperature).
And at night: a celestial peppering of the finest ground stars....Walt Whitman, kiss my ass.
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Although catching slithering slimy rough-skinned newts is fun, I would advise not handling them with open wounds for I found out that they contain dangerous levels of tetrodotoxin (TTX)expelled through their skin...of course I found this out AFTER I went frollicking in the clear crisp newt-filled Buck Lake. Understandably, eating newts would also be ill-advised. I sure hope that 11 year-old girl who bragged about catching 43 newts had bandaged hands, otherwise she might experience a dreadful case of, well...death.
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