An ugly pile of debris sits on the hillside just above my chosen campsite near Indian Springs
I hate to see our wild lands used as a dumping ground, but amidst the pile of junk are numerous pieces of wood, and even some old newspaper. I see the perfect makings for a campfire later tonight.
One of the disadvantages of bicycle camping is the inability to carry extra luxuries such as firewood, so I'm in some ways happy to have found this junk pile.
I wish I could burn that metal stuff in the pile too and get rid of it; darn it.