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About a mile down the road from my campsite, I approach the defunct water tank and windmill of Stagecoach Well

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7247-stagecoach-well.jpg All packed up, I ride down the dirt road away from my Malpais Spring campsiteThumbnailsI stop at Stagecoach Well when I hear a rubbing sound and, yes, my rear wheel is rubbing against the bike frame againAll packed up, I ride down the dirt road away from my Malpais Spring campsiteThumbnailsI stop at Stagecoach Well when I hear a rubbing sound and, yes, my rear wheel is rubbing against the bike frame againAll packed up, I ride down the dirt road away from my Malpais Spring campsiteThumbnailsI stop at Stagecoach Well when I hear a rubbing sound and, yes, my rear wheel is rubbing against the bike frame againAll packed up, I ride down the dirt road away from my Malpais Spring campsiteThumbnailsI stop at Stagecoach Well when I hear a rubbing sound and, yes, my rear wheel is rubbing against the bike frame againAll packed up, I ride down the dirt road away from my Malpais Spring campsiteThumbnailsI stop at Stagecoach Well when I hear a rubbing sound and, yes, my rear wheel is rubbing against the bike frame again

The road is rougher here, and I had to walk up it when arrived here, but it's an easy ride down into the wash, taken carefully.