There was this camping place called "little Ark" (as in arkansas) on the blanco river when I was younger. The blanco is spring fed there and that was some of the best tasting water that I have ever had. Whenever we went camping we used to bring like 20 water jugs and fill them up and take them back. I would still like to camp there, but the old woman who owned that property died, left it to her sons, who broke it up and sold it off. It was awesome too, the lady was crazy. She had signs everywhere like "Don't ing drive faster than 15 MPH" and (at the spring) "this ain't your ing bath, get your ass outta here". Also, she didn't take money from us, we paid her two bottles of vodka for three nights. Aww the 80's were a simpler time.

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