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After almost an hour of cross-country, I cross the old road at dusk and realize that I've overshot my campsite by about a mile I'm hiking briskly cross-country in the hope of crossing before dark the Cottonwood Canyon Road that will lead me to my tentThumbnailsAhhh, back at camp by Butcher Knife Corral and there's still a hint of daylight remaining; such perfect timingI'm hiking briskly cross-country in the hope of crossing before dark the Cottonwood Canyon Road that will lead me to my tentThumbnailsAhhh, back at camp by Butcher Knife Corral and there's still a hint of daylight remaining; such perfect timingI'm hiking briskly cross-country in the hope of crossing before dark the Cottonwood Canyon Road that will lead me to my tentThumbnailsAhhh, back at camp by Butcher Knife Corral and there's still a hint of daylight remaining; such perfect timingI'm hiking briskly cross-country in the hope of crossing before dark the Cottonwood Canyon Road that will lead me to my tentThumbnailsAhhh, back at camp by Butcher Knife Corral and there's still a hint of daylight remaining; such perfect timingI'm hiking briskly cross-country in the hope of crossing before dark the Cottonwood Canyon Road that will lead me to my tentThumbnailsAhhh, back at camp by Butcher Knife Corral and there's still a hint of daylight remaining; such perfect timing

I've been lower on the fan than I thought, below my campsite. It's a relief to reach the old road and have last night's bicycle tracks guide me back to camp.