Water, water. This reminds me of the summer my cousin Rand and I had to haul water. I was in the 6th grade, or maybe I had just started junior high. All we had was a trailer with a big old tank of some kind we had borrowed...and two five gallon buckets. I don't remember where we filled up, but we hauled it to the Cottonwood place. Handing a five gallon bucket full of water up to Rand was a chore, especially over and over again. Unloading at the Cottonwood tank was much easier.
Several years later I learned the value of all this. You see, it was at the Cottonwood where several different ladies and I would skinny dip in the Cottonwood tank And just like Wilmeth, the thought of it "still makes me salivate."