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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 After a filling steak supper at the Nipton café and some socializing, I look across the train tracks; time to go for a walkThumbnailsA glance back toward Nipton, two miles away, reveals pink-orange hillsAfter a filling steak supper at the Nipton café and some socializing, I look across the train tracks; time to go for a walkThumbnailsA glance back toward Nipton, two miles away, reveals pink-orange hillsAfter a filling steak supper at the Nipton café and some socializing, I look across the train tracks; time to go for a walkThumbnailsA glance back toward Nipton, two miles away, reveals pink-orange hillsAfter a filling steak supper at the Nipton café and some socializing, I look across the train tracks; time to go for a walkThumbnailsA glance back toward Nipton, two miles away, reveals pink-orange hillsAfter a filling steak supper at the Nipton café and some socializing, I look across the train tracks; time to go for a walkThumbnailsA glance back toward Nipton, two miles away, reveals pink-orange hills

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.