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ag-000001-wildrose-canyon.jpg Back on paved Wildrose Road again, it's a blast riding back down through the canyon.ThumbnailsBack on paved Wildrose Road again, it's a blast riding back down through the canyon.ThumbnailsBack on paved Wildrose Road again, it's a blast riding back down through the canyon.ThumbnailsBack on paved Wildrose Road again, it's a blast riding back down through the canyon.ThumbnailsBack on paved Wildrose Road again, it's a blast riding back down through the canyon.Thumbnails

Though a couple of hours of daylight remain, the lower parts of Wildrose Canyon are already shielded from the sun by the adjacent hills.

Back at my camp site, I discover that the crows have ripped apart the bag of laundry detergent that I left on my picnic table. I guess they didn't like the contents once they found out what's inside. I too hate the stuff, which is why I left it outside, not wanting the smell of Tide to permeate my tent, but it was the only brand of detergent available in small packages at the Furnace Creek general store.