After a hot ramen breakfast and fixing my flat tire, I go for a short walk in the area of my Trio Mine Road campsite
I haven't seen nor spoken to anyone since yesterday afternoon. So I'm astonished when two cross-country horse riders, ignoring the little road through the area, break the silence and pass by while I'm packing up.
We wish each other a cheerful "good morning" and continue on with our activities. I wonder if they're doing a horsepacking trip, but I'm so surprised to see them that I forget to look at the gear they're carrying.