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I leave the primitive road and start walking cross-country toward Black Palisades

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03447-barrel-cactus.jpg I cross the power-line road and stare at its thread leading up the hill into the distance, toward CimaThumbnailsHere's an old rusty lid from a tobacco tin, perhaps Copenhagen snuffI cross the power-line road and stare at its thread leading up the hill into the distance, toward CimaThumbnailsHere's an old rusty lid from a tobacco tin, perhaps Copenhagen snuffI cross the power-line road and stare at its thread leading up the hill into the distance, toward CimaThumbnailsHere's an old rusty lid from a tobacco tin, perhaps Copenhagen snuffI cross the power-line road and stare at its thread leading up the hill into the distance, toward CimaThumbnailsHere's an old rusty lid from a tobacco tin, perhaps Copenhagen snuffI cross the power-line road and stare at its thread leading up the hill into the distance, toward CimaThumbnailsHere's an old rusty lid from a tobacco tin, perhaps Copenhagen snuff

I pass my first barrel cactus of the day; these don't grow in lower valley elevations such as Nipton.