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04755-black-bag-550px.jpg While filling my bottles, I glance across the road at the Crowbar CaféThumbnailsOn the way out of Shoshone toward Death Valley, northbound on Highway 127While filling my bottles, I glance across the road at the Crowbar CaféThumbnailsOn the way out of Shoshone toward Death Valley, northbound on Highway 127While filling my bottles, I glance across the road at the Crowbar CaféThumbnailsOn the way out of Shoshone toward Death Valley, northbound on Highway 127While filling my bottles, I glance across the road at the Crowbar CaféThumbnailsOn the way out of Shoshone toward Death Valley, northbound on Highway 127While filling my bottles, I glance across the road at the Crowbar CaféThumbnailsOn the way out of Shoshone toward Death Valley, northbound on Highway 127

The extra water bag is that black thing sandwiched between my sleeping bag and my hat on top of the rear rack.

Death Valley, here I come. I will actually enter Death Valley National Park in a little while.