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Around 13h, I ride down Indian Springs wash, away from my quiet campsite of the past two nights Dismantling the tent; time to move on and continue my bikepacking tripThumbnailsA mile or so down Indian Springs Road, I stop to look at some stone ruins in a hillside on the north side of the roadDismantling the tent; time to move on and continue my bikepacking tripThumbnailsA mile or so down Indian Springs Road, I stop to look at some stone ruins in a hillside on the north side of the roadDismantling the tent; time to move on and continue my bikepacking tripThumbnailsA mile or so down Indian Springs Road, I stop to look at some stone ruins in a hillside on the north side of the roadDismantling the tent; time to move on and continue my bikepacking tripThumbnailsA mile or so down Indian Springs Road, I stop to look at some stone ruins in a hillside on the north side of the roadDismantling the tent; time to move on and continue my bikepacking tripThumbnailsA mile or so down Indian Springs Road, I stop to look at some stone ruins in a hillside on the north side of the road

I haven't seen anybody since arriving here two afternoons ago. Heading downhill from about 2800 feet to about 2100 feet, I'm taking the bumpy road slowly. My bike rack is surely loaded beyond its recommended maximum carrying weight.