So it turned out to be about 6 miles to the RR tracks, and there was no sign of any hot springs so I turned around and headed back to camp. But people had already gotten worried and were chasing around on the playa looking for me. They caught up with me about a mile from camp, so I walked about 11 miles after 1 12-oz Newcastle and a pint of water, without getting horribly dehydrated. I was only at "dry mouth but can still conjure up enough spit to drink" stage. I was still probably hours from hallucinations; I've only gotten to "no more spit to drink", and that was years ago on the bike trip to Rosarito.
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