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I reach the Owyhee Dam: largest concrete damn in the world until dwarfed into insignificance by that damming of the Colorado a few years later. The bridge to a small camp ground, picnic tables, and museum is washed out. It is cut every year for spring runoff and replaced in late spring. This is a good thing. |
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To allow access to the little Bureau of Reclamation Park the gate is opened to allow a drive over the dam and down the steep winding dirt road on the other side. I pass through into a clump of wooden buildings to reach the park. An old gentleman leaning back on a porch chair whistles me to a stop and warns me the gate will be locked at five o'clock. |
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