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15/23
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OK, it's getting dark for real; I'll ride a couple more miles on the powerline road while looking for a campsite

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3700-powerline-road.jpg I'm almost finished packing up the tent and its contents; good-bye Sleeping Beauty!Thumbnails Broadwell Dry Lake at sunsetI'm almost finished packing up the tent and its contents; good-bye Sleeping Beauty!Thumbnails Broadwell Dry Lake at sunsetI'm almost finished packing up the tent and its contents; good-bye Sleeping Beauty!Thumbnails Broadwell Dry Lake at sunsetI'm almost finished packing up the tent and its contents; good-bye Sleeping Beauty!Thumbnails Broadwell Dry Lake at sunsetI'm almost finished packing up the tent and its contents; good-bye Sleeping Beauty!Thumbnails Broadwell Dry Lake at sunsetI'm almost finished packing up the tent and its contents; good-bye Sleeping Beauty!Thumbnails Broadwell Dry Lake at sunset

I find a good-looking spot on the Bristol Mountains foothills, not too close to the road. It's dark now, so I use my GPS to mark my chosen spot while I walk my belongings in multiple trips to my campsite in near total darkness by flashlight.

I hear noises outside my tent after setting up, and it's a kit fox looking at me! Then I realize I can hear distant rumbling trains from here, nice and quiet otherwise. Except for that sole fly buzzing around my tent: during a cold evening?

Clear skies and chilly tonight with no moon and I can see across Crucero Valley toward Hwy 15 and the little town of Baker, where I've started several of my Mojave Desert bicycle-camping trips.