Uh oh, a fork in the power-line road; I have to make a choice that I didn't realize I'd have to make
Date: December 27, 2007, 16h35
Around 13h, I ride down Indian Springs wash, away from my quiet campsite of the past two nights
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.