They perish, perish,
Trying to reach that radiant brightness.

We made it to Ogallala just before dark but it was dark by the time we got a park permit and found the lake. Our maps couldn't tell us exactly where the campsites were and Bob and I argued about where to turn until Bob finally stopped to ask for directions. We were surprised to find out that we could have found a campsite by the lake by taking a left turn anywhere along the many miles we had been driving. The campgrounds were crowded but squeaky clean. There wasn't really anything about it you could call "natural." There were paved roads, driveways, and boat ramps. But, what's most important, is that they had clean flush toilets and warm showers! After all, this wasn't part of the Novena, but was merely a place to rest before going to Oshkosh.

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