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These bags were used by my Dad in the late 50's or early 60's when they left Palmdale California headed to Death Valley. It was the heart of summer, rest stops and gas stations were far and few between and a friend of Dad's gave him the one bag, he had the other with him. I can remember that year, very faintly, and getting a sip of water from the bag, probably just to try it more than needing it. You wonder how it kept the water in and kept it cool. Now they hang in my garage, a piece of nostalgia that I'm not yet ready to part with.
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